Yellow, red, and blue notes
Glinting on bouncing, rippled glass
Keeping time, slapping percussion
Against unsanded, stocky trunks,
Sucking my dangling toes on piano;
Drenching my kicking calves on forte.
Sizzling strains from strings accompany,
A neckless acoustic soundhole
Filled with black rocks turned ashen,
The chords rise to air, a wafting ocean breeze
Harmonizes aromas of barley malt and medium steak
Light winds, harbinger of evening’s cool,
Whisper delicately, expertly through reeds
And knotholes in southern yellow pine.
The horn players were left back in town.
Soothing strains lull twilight into easy sleep
About A Little Twilight Music
The title of this poem is a play on Mozart’s “A Little Night Music” (or, “A Little Serenade”, as mentioned in the linked Wikipedia article). As I’ve noted in my bio here, I love the beach. More than that, I love summer warmth, the beach, a red sunset, and the savory aroma of a dinner cooking on an outdoor grill. I wondered what it might be like if these visual elements were notes in a song. So then this poem happened.
Similar to “PTSD”, this was a poem I wrote years ago that I later rescued from a now-defunct blog.