The Song of Songs
A Collage Poem
By
Jennifer Angelina Petro
(Using words and phrases from the book: “Violin Playing as I Teach It,” by Leopold Auer, published 1921, arranged and blended with my own words and phrases).
In case you find yourself aware
(there is nothing trifling about that—
nothing beyond question)
of the delicate sense of proportion
joining you with the eternal
vibrato of the soul,
allow yourself to be
carried away by the unexpected
burst of joyous sonority.
You will be unable to resist
the calling forth a tone
that holds and unfolds
all that is good.
Your whole body is song.
Sing for the sheer pleasure
of who you are.
Transpose as you see fit,
catch the reflections of resonances
falling and rising sometimes round,
full, sonorous; sometimes almost
imagined in the necessary silences
woven with the portamento
merging all songs together.
A virtuoso exists for music,
and you were born from tones spun
from the song of songs,
making you a bridge of octaves and keys
connecting the ground
of long experiences
passed soul to soul
for the good of all.