Boethius wrote his tripartite definition of music in a prison cell awaiting execution.
Musica Instrumentalis.
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Extraordinary, Robert. The true artist is always in tune with the music of the spheres. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra
Robert, your musical history is shared here with clarity, reverence and graceful language. I must agree with Michael about stanza number two - but for me it's about dancing the music and losing myself in all that is and more. Good Old Boethius. Thanks for sharing him. love, Allie xxxx
I love this. The second stanza describes the indescribable feeling when singing... it reminds me incidentally of the dwarf Vamana in Hindu mythology, who when required, covered the universe in three strides...
Once again this poem has all of your fine poetic characteristics and sends one on a meditative journey. I like the refrain: “There is more.” “Tell us more.” I like the sound of “with pumps and bones and sinews joined”. Your message of oneness is clear. “Boethius... awaiting execution.” Your introduction of Boethius lets the question keep on ringing in our ears: “Why do we treat each other the way we do? Don’t we realize that what we do to one will affect all others? ”