as a musician
you don’t hear music the way
that I do
she said plain
if with a touch of malice
to add colour to explanation
tell me then I said
eyes open ears the same
what is it
that you bring to the party?
she began with words
something about subtlety
exploration affinity to rhythm
love of melodies deep joy
when the right notes hit the line
sounds like
good poetry to me
I said all subtle soft
oh no! she cried anybody
can do that poetry stuff
but only a true musician gets music
are we talking snobbery here?
I asked all polite
my turn for the malice pin
y’know she said face all stone
there are times
I know exactly why I hate you
that’s a great line I thought
but never said out loud
I’ll save it for another time