( published in Sunlight and Shadows - an anthology of verse of the British Isles in 1995 & poetry anthology The Road to Peace in 1996)
I suppose music is the only place
For scales of love,
Where major and minor
Work well side by side.
Where notes of varying degrees congregate
to make melodious sounds.
I suppose music is the only language
Where endless combinations of notes,
Equal or diverse, sustained or depressed
amalgamate, to trigger all emotions.
It would take little effort to
strike a chord with one another
by Shane McClurg