Vivaldi

1969
We sit around
The living room
On chairs and the
Couch in silence my
Mother father younger
Sisters and brother wife
Waiting until Vivaldi fills
The room with the Four
Seasons we listen one
Part after the next an
Experience shared
By us all moved
By the beauty
Of his music
Afterwards
We talk of
Music of
Life we
Share
Of the
Baroque
We never
Forget what
Binds us tight
From many one.
We know the music
Is from God’s lips
To our ears no
Need for to
Profess
Faith
Just listen.
Can you hear?