Michael Stuhlman

Michael Stuhlman Jun 2014

Time

It ages all things.
We measure and pretend to understand it.
Helps and hinders, stops and starts.
Speeds and slows, breaks and binds.
Ticks and trickles, dwindles and derives.
For some the most gifted blessing,
others a most horrifying curse.
If governs much of our universe,
from music to money, from dusk until dawn.

Michael Stuhlman Jun 2014

Untitled

I often wonder who else thinks like me
does such a person exist?
Often they think they do, however
I know this to be false...so far.

Michael Stuhlman Jun 2014

Resonance

The sound of brass
harmonizing and undulating
its warmth and harshness
all determined by each musicians mind
helped by a conductor,
and diminished by those who fail to see

The sound of strings
swelling, sad and triumphant
vibrations of comfort and tension
vibrato and dynamics combining to make perfection
bound by printed notes,
and allowed to deviate only slightly

The sound of piano
melodic and pulsating
hammers striking strings of the heart
limited by tuning and foot petals
tone defined by materials, major and minor
with beauty ever possible

Michael Stuhlman Jun 2014

First Attempt

A nightly assignment, expressing ideas unsaid.
A new tradition that may disperse may survive.
Will’s strength in question, my thoughts are taxed.
Uncertainty prevails while confidence rises and falls.

Am I correct?

— The End —