This is what love <br />sounds like. This <br />is how you know <br />the heart is only ever one. <br /> <br />This boy, he’s twelve years old, <br />he’s standing on the platform <br />in the huge hall. He’s simply <br />waiting to play himself to you. <br /> <br />The trombone is now a few inches <br />shorter than he is. When he started, <br />it was bigger than he was. <br /> <br />He begins to play, Can this sweetness <br />have come from this contraption? <br />If Pythagoras was lecturing tonight <br />on music, measure, the harmony of spheres, <br />he’d have brought his tape measure <br />in case we needed proof. <br /> <br />If giraffes could sing, <br />they would sing to this trombone, <br />knowing themselves beautiful like it, <br />knowing that they both know <br />where music comes from. <br />How far it goes. <br /> <br />The sound says, <br />purity sounds like this. Listen. <br /> <br />The sound says, <br />did you know that innocence <br />can contain the whole of wisdom? <br />Listen. <br /> <br />The sound says, <br />did you know that experience <br />can know itself in music? <br />Listen. <br /> <br />The sound says, <br />I am music. This <br />Is what music is. I am <br />all music in this moment. <br /> <br />If tears were joys, they <br />would sound like this. <br />If joys were tears, they <br />would both sound like this. <br /> <br />The sound says, <br />I was made for this. <br />Listen.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tribute-to-the-bbc-young-musician-of-2008/
