Full is the pocket of your shirt,
crammed with memories and tunes to be sung
in days to follow, new times not revealed.
Unborn chants of tomorrow,
duets and ballads you’ve yet to drink,
jostle for space among old dirges;
yesterday’s laments and paean blues
that might have been emptied long ago.
Making room for cantata
is like digging in a swamp for silver,
but I sift through your oldest love songs
that fill more than most recollections expand
to chance luck with ardor
and fit next to your heart.
Note: “Paean” is associated with “an ancient Greek hymn of thanksgiving or invocation, especially to Apollo” — Apollo being the God of poetry and music — and the “blues” is akin to sadness and “melancholic music.”
Often, we keep our hearts full of past loves that stung with sharp barbs, as though we hold them in reverie, exulting them with undeserved merit, hence the Paean Blues. Exulting sadness from love lost.
A “shirt” may be referred to, in slang terms, as the utmost you may give or receive. As an idiom: “Take the shirt from my back.”
A “cantata” may be a sacred musical composition — meant to be sung, and sometimes set to be played, or acted out, on a stage.
And, of course, the connection between music with love comes, as least once, from Shakespeare: “If music be the food of love, play on.”
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