In the deeper planes of tension! It’s a diatonic tonality
Of an uncomplicated nature, whose simple, warm modality
Is the result of more openness and affiliation between the bass part
Of rationalists and the visionary treble.
(seriously)
If you are smart
Enough to follow my analogy, then reflect that imaginings
And idealism will carry the listeners high up on the strings -
But carry them astray without backing form the brass, while the horn,
Without strings, is opening the future to let out a yawn.
Neither shrieking nor blasting, but a symphony will usher in the dawn.¹
MIME
(ponders to himself)
From the coils of my rationalist argument the rabbit slips free:
As orchestras need violins, so society has need of the visionary.
(he laughs maliciously)
Your musicological ramblings have earned you your reward² -
You should be in opera! But prepare by my next to be awed.
Here is the soul mistress again, in a Country Park.
Taken as read, a sensuous eye to mark
Natural beauty in the marriage of form and content,
A pulse for the song and flurry of each leafy tenement,
Rarities that appeal to her profoundest feelings of sanctity
And vulnerability, dragonflies that live her fancy,
Her inmost thought devoutly shaping the quickened
Dust to bear every vagary wherewith fancy is fecund,
Her life a going out from her centre, her undiscovered world,
Feelingly to the periphery. Now into the maelstrom she is hurled
Of research, where there is no judgment but the verdict of her evidence