Duet

The fragrance of a poem
Are the thoughts that lie behind
The impulse of the moment;
A fleeting inspiration, giving
Birth to a sequence in a rhyme.
But add to this a melody, a tune,
And the poem becomes a song.
The words are lifted from the paper

Duet

Into the air, blending each to each
The melodious scent of words:
Music gives the odour sweet and clear.
Such music of your making, dear friend
Enhances any words I dare to pen.
You and I in music and in words
Became as one, and so -
A Song is born!


Sheila Jakobsson