Winter’s Night

Meet me by the wooden bridge
Meet me as twilight falls
Carry with you a single white rose
And I shall wear the colors of fall.

Meet me in my dreams
Meet me just past midnight
Carry with you a candle
And I shall wear a gown of white.

Let us escape to dreamland
Let us enjoy our enchantment
Let us embrace our fantasy
Let us partake in destiny.

Meet me by the wooden bridge
Just at the edge of the wood
Meet me just past twilight my love
Listen for the sound of my flute
Carry with you a single white rose
And I shall wear the colors of fall
Meet me on a winter’s night
And claim me as your own.


Brilliant Minds beyond Forte

A thought starts slow notes
Filling an empty staff
Standard time
Standard key
Brilliant minds
Different ideas
Syncopation with 16th notes
Strong opinions
Crescendo to forte
Heated debate
Crescendo rising to fortissimo
18th notes
32 notes
up the tempo
Brilliant minds
Not to be tamed
Both want the melody
No Conductor
discord in fortissimo
Syncopation lost
Music to noise
One slows their tempo
to pianissimo
To silence
The other
To al fine
Brilliant minds
The first note so simple
Could have been
A beautifully
Intricate composition
With brilliant minds
The music cannot be composed
As a duet.

by Bonnie Jean Higgins

Music has been in my soul as long as I can remember. In this poem I turned to my first love for Inspiration..
Music of course. I started Chorus at 8 we sang at the Kennedy Center… Then I took up the violin the following year at about 9
It sounded like a Crow dying so at 10 i found the flute and I played, and played first chair Flute on through the school years playing the piccolo as well. I started piano at 17 and then guitar… now… at 37 I sometimes play the flute an Aquarius Air Sign.. song of the East Wind and I now I write the stories of my life in poetry the images, feelings and music that is always in my head.

And Thank you to my Many Music teachers who guided me, pushed me and taught me to let my emotions free through song, even though I added to their gray hair (umm sorry)…. and to the English teacher in 10th grade who made us write a poem even though I hated to read much less write poetry… well she gave me wings.