Posted by Admin on 31 March 2008, 12:00 am
A quiet home, impoverished of sounds
more puissant than our daily mundane speech –
an old accordion’s bellows-breath of song –
or phonographic Sousa, now and then –
until (Red Letter day!) my crystal set
first caught those tenuous, elusive, waves
from off the Heaviside, and tapped their source,
that fount whence flows more learning than the mind
can take: enough of music e’en to slake
the greatest thirst: the Apha-Omega
of all that’s audible in Art and Life.
For entertainment in excelsis, then,
let artists and producers take a bow;
a grateful listener salutes them now.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council