The Museum
That colour magic
Masterworks
Young eyes
With no lies
a play
Of imagination for a day
To understand
This world land
For small hands
Great art scales
Of enchanted tales
a still undiscovered world
a treasure trove to swirl
Even for the smallest child
at the Museum let them go wild
They look at angles without wings
Light even if they are marble
Marvellous secrets to be discovered
Be the Medici, be David
See the rebirth of Venus in their eyes
These small spies are our prize and our wise
Nurture, care, be there
Eleonora and Giovanni gaze
On this wonderful gift of a maze
The flight of Egypt has past
Give them this
a memory museum kiss x
- Lisa Deeney
Music Today
A chime without an echo
Time had already forgot
Conductors with many strings
Flung from genre to genre
Their heart without a metronome
A polymer orchestra
Sighs it's synthetic soul
Cartilage words in
Rotunda bovine jowls
Blank lines blank minds
Fertile soil for clichés
Melisma is the song bird now
Chords balding wings
Puddle deep verses
Where the unknown
Remains untouched
What was the favourite
Just yesterday is old
And laughable To-day
A deja vu of remakes.
Today's Music is
An irking dissatisfaction
Leaving us wanting
like the last breath of a cigarette.
- Neth Brown