TO SONG’S ENCHANTMENT (A tribute to Gwen Catley)

Posted by Admin on 27 January 2008, 12:00 am

I sat enthralled, your voice arose,
each note a wondrous thing;
lulled sadness into comatose,
and soared on glist’ning wing.
I felt the joy all beings knew,
ere sorrow had begun;
my spirit speeding upward flew
to spheres beyond the sun,
where harmonies of sound and light
in changing beauty thrill,
reflecting Song’s own diverse flight,
submissive to thy skill.
Thy extracts from Rossini’s score,
an air with dainty grace,
or folk tune born on southern shore,
all joyous thought embrace.
O sing, and oft let repetition
attest superlative rendition.