An Attempt at Theory

The year after Holst debuted his planets
With the London Symphony
You painted this,
Like a tribute to Holst and to Jupiter
The jovial planet.

Lyrical and dramatic lines
Lead us all the way around the canvas to
The big red spot, where the shapes
Boomerang us back to the melody.
A warm and happy place.

There is yellow tension in the harmonies
Of the heavy brasses
And a linear lightness in values of the strings
The inner beauty of the solar music
Leaps from your canvas
And breathes a new life there.

Did you listen while you brushed?

This poem is linked to Magpipe Tales, HERE