SONGS OF HIGH FIDELITY

Listening alone at midnight,
across the pantheistic line,
far above the Celtic Twilight
seeking how to best divine
songs
of high
fidelity.

In the east the voices’ calling
telling of new chords that ring,
through a west, with choirs falling,
asking me why I still sing
songs
of
high
fidelity.

Yet the tune lives on with those
who disregard celebrity
who from birth to death  have chose
in a kind obscurity
songs
of
high
fidelity.

 

 

 

Mike Mcnamara

 

 

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