On Listening to Edgar Meyer
Smoke, and bent grass,
the earth rippling underfoot.
A child throwing stones
but never at random.
You wonder that one suggests
laughter, as a second draws tears.
Still, it drags you in.
Like water seeking its level,
a depression that must be fed.
You ride that deep current
never questioning its source,
complete in the moment. Filled.
Edgar Meyer’s music removes me from my body, transports me to another plane, one free of politicians and avarice, a place where truth matters. Today has been a good day to listen, to absorb. And hey, those fellows he’s playing with ain’t too shabby…
O at the Edges 
Thoughtful.
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Thanks very much!
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thank you so much for sharing this
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You’re very welcome. Edgar’s music transcends!
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What a wonderful poem!
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Thanks very much, John. His music inspires!
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I understand. I’ll listen to more of Meyer’s work when I have the chance. Listening to And playing Kate Wolf’s music produces a similar transcendent experience for me. Thanks for the introduction to Meyer’s music.
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There are certain musicians/composers who do that. I don’t know why or how…
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Laughter and remorse kinda go hand-in-hand …
Some of us are laughing at the absurdity of experts’ decision to not bother (ie, invest in) winterizing Texas power equipment. That choice led to many tears of anguish and loss, yet the absurdity of it all stirs all sorts of mocking humorous comments.
Like so many things, the weather debacle is something I’m ready to tune out … maybe by putting on headphones and Edgar Meyer (I bought the CD when I saw this poem a while back … definitely mood-altering!)
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Avarice and political appointments based on donations…argh! Edgar’s music definitely alters my mood.
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