by Tom Savage
The reassurance of home,
Melody, and emotion
In proper duration,
Empathy and balance
With a touch of discord
According to a rightful
But diminished place
In the space of sound
A resounding heartbeat
For all to enjoy, if they choose
The motion of emotion
In varying degrees
Always returning to
Its original ground
After a journey it takes us on
Through seas, lands, and stars
Cushioned by its host or hostess, night.
Written while listening to Korngold’s Violin Concerto.
