Music that speaks with accents

[barneythebear]

Music that speaks with accents

Where others’ plainsong rasps the air and jars
That harmony to which it might aspire,
Two-part invention, loudly screeching, mars
A flimsy manuscript that’s born of ire.

Yet you, whose chant beguiles my dirge within,
With added fortune truly worth the name,
Will fashion soothing pulses on my skin
And sing so sweet the birds shall die of shame.

For some, the birthing blood of music rests
In dark discord where bitter rankling stains
Biopsy of lineage. Yet, perverse, attests
Denial of which; its wriggling whelp disdains.

Such sucklings we then, who, with vision joint,
Sing on in love ... with heed to counterpoint.

[thevintagepiper]

I really like this. The title caught my eye immediately...it sounds interesting, pretty, and thoughtful. Poems about music are lovely, I think. It takes two of the most beautiful things that often go together, and puts them directly together, if that makes any sense.

[barneythebear]

Thank you for the kind words about my sonnet, whose form I've been exercising my brain with for some months. I've got about half a dozen completed and plan some more.
Difficult? Certainly, but why do anything that's easy? What must be avoided is the rush to twist phrases out of any recognition in conversational form in the interests of the beat and the rhyme.
I rather liked your poem too - until the last line, at any rate.