Geoffrey Winch
Mood Music
You find me in a musical frame of mind. I tell you I’d love to listen to some organic drumming, or a bass guitarist inventing romantic lines. But you say you’d prefer violins to sweep us off our feet, first the firsts then the seconds all soaring together until they reach a harmonic high. So, I say, why not a grand pipe-organ with all its stops out and an alleluia chorus singing segueing into the Les Mis cast singing one day more – that always carries us off to some kind of heaven. All too much for you at this time of night you say and suggest we settle for one or two virtuosic solos, but I’d prefer some lead guitarists’ edgy riffs to soothe our souls. Finally, we agree we’ll listen to some blue notes of red jazz with a rock-steady rhythm.
strains of music
remain in the air
throughout the night
even as I sleep
your rhythmic breathing
About the Author
Geoffrey Winch, a retired highway engineer, writes free-form poetry; haiku; haibun; tanka; tanka prose, and cherita. He is the author of five poetry collections and lives on the south coast of England.