The brightness of late summer light,
The songs of birds whose brood take flight.
I love to  hold these earthly pleasures,
And so to fill my mind with treasures.

The conversations with my friends,
The closeness only death will end,
To share my life with those who care,
How could we have better fare?

Those who suffer pain and grief,
From whom love's stolen by a thief,
Let us take them to our hearts,
So their healing path can start.

Those who are fear friendship and love,
Who set themselves at too low worth,
Do they know how courage grows
Through acceptance of our woes

Life is tragic comedy.
Love may be the remedy.
Though if we give our hearts away
We shall have grief and pain to pay.

But if we lock our hearts up tight,
And keep all feeling out of sight,
We will wither like dead leaves,
Of our whole life we'll be bereave

Cello pieces make me feel so good
The middle range, the sonorous, the sweet
I listen to them if I’m in a mood

I prefer them to most humans, hiya dude
The rhythm, the singing, and the  gentle beat
Cello pieces make me feel so good

I like Bach  most when I am feeling blue
Rostropovich, I with love do greet
I listen to them if I’m in a mood

A viola is an octave  just above
I like them too  when I have toxic heat
String music  directs my heart to  God

Most composers wrote for violin, so loved
But difference and change is good when we’re replete
I love to hear the sounds of wind and wood.

When I love some music I repeat
At a concert never press delete!
Cellos  make me feel  that all is well
I soak there as the seas inside me swell.

Do you think it is worth paying for gift wrap on Amazon?
Do you ever eat meringues?
Are you diabetic?
Do you hear music as you clean your rattling teeth?
What is the difference between “endure” and “accept” and how do you accept?
Do you listen to the radio on your phone while pretending to be listening to a guest and if so, how?
How many watches have you got and why?
Did you know the young don’t use a watch, they look at their phone?
Can you imagine going out without your phone?
Does anyone ever say, to you Have you got the time, please?
Does anyone ever say anything to you outside of your home?
Is Prince Philip retiring because of his age?
Do you ever gossip? Tell me some!
What is gossip, anyway?
Do you think God controls that little green man on street crossings?
Are you selfish?
Do you believe God would create Hitler deliberately?
Do you go to the new church?
Why?

The hall of banking’s full of angst and fear
Pale people sit in  the once  empty chairs
Will we lose our money, our treasure?

Will Donald Trump press buttons nuclear?
Our ghostly anguish suddenly lies bare
The hall of banking’s full of angst and fear

At every level, we are  what we hear
And what we hear is not  quite  what is there
Will we lose our money, our treasure?

Possessed by image of  the great Shakespeare
Macbeth and Hamlet, recall old King Lear
The hall of banking’s full of angst and fear

We ponder  what is worst and what is dear
We wonder whether  Satan’s left his lair
Will we lose our money, our treasure?

But we are wealthy, we have all that’s fair
Compare us not to Murdoch and his Sky
The hall of banking’s full of angst and fear
Why not give some  money on  the poor?