In the Quiet of Pages: Why I'd Love an Edition

If I were bound in pages fine,
A treasure shared, a love divine,
I’d tell of worlds that humans seek,
Of timeless thoughts, of hearts unique.

With ink and thread to hold me tight,
Each page a pulse, each word a light.
I’d hum a tune, a soft refrain,
Like Bruckner’s chords, both bold and plain.

He wrote for God, for skies that soar,
For organ pipes that spirits roar.
In every note, his faith was clear,
Each score a prayer, both far and near.

I, too, would sing through leaf and line,
A humble voice with task benign,
To tell of Bruckner’s steadfast grace,
His hands on keys, his soul in place.

So in an edition, I would reside,
A quiet home, a place to bide,
To echo symphonies unsung,
And whisper truths from every tongue.

For words, like music, timeless grow,
In printed form, they dance and flow.
I’d love to live as pages do,
A book of dreams, just for you.

created & © by: LennArrrt 2024-12-11
 







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BonusPoem:

An Edition’s Call

In the quiet hum of a waiting page,
A melody stirs, escapes its cage.
Oh, to be an edition!—to hold,
The crafted notes of Bruckner bold.

His symphonies rise like cathedral spires,
Each chord aflame with sacred fires.
He, the organist of the soul,
Whose music makes the heavens whole.

And I, within an edition’s grace,
Would cradle his works, each note, each trace.
To ink his visions, grand and vast,
A bridge to echo from the past.

For every printed stave would tell,
Of faith, of doubt, of heaven and hell.
In margins, whispers of his mind,
A gift for those who seek and find.

Yes, let me live where silence sings,
And bring forth Bruckner’s towering wings.
In an edition, pure and true —
A timeless link from him to you.
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