Strain Again

Zittende virginaalspeelster – Johannes Vermeer

Strain Again

Music can be made alone
One can accompany oneself
On wood, on ivory, on bone,
Like the antique clock on the mantelshelf.
 
With just a bar, a set of lines,
A sea becomes a cresting wave
The ripples fight a tug-of-war —
The tides are nothing if not brave.
 
So come in on the downbeat, then:
Come on, jump in, the water’s fine.
The point of playing is the end;
The point of dinner is the wine.
 
Zittende virginaalspeelster – Johannes Vermeer
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