SOULFLAME MAGAZINE

THE SONGS OF MUSIC  By E. L. TEDDY Never stop the beat. And I shall forever sing the melodious harmony; Well blended into the sweet sounds of music. Sing to me the songs of music. And I would but empty my jar. I would burn this tin fuel, the Wailers gave... Never look me in the face, for then I shall be but Truly a man. Never take my speech, for I do not know. And never ask after the beat. Who cares? Do I know? The skilled conga romancer has torn my skin, my very vellum. The strength of the tension, the dead sound. The beauty of the string when unbroken. The king dances, and like banana he peels. Sing to me the songs of music. And I would care so much for my guitar. I would run my finger all over the fretboard. I would talk to my giraffe friend. About the beauty of the beats and the steps of those Who think they are sound. Be careful. There are voluntary judges. Be mindful. Let them respect jurisdiction. What's the chord? Point your touch! A little progress by little progress. A se...

THE SOUL OF MUSIC The chord Is odd. And the string, Like a spring. It flows Like a droplet in a hose.. He took hold of the drum stick, He held the very peak Like a scroll About to roll. Take hold of your violin And remember not violence. Strike you conga And shop in konga, Think of your wind instrument And get ready for merriment. He touches the string And it rang, Then I saw sleepers in the mortuary Smiling, though in sanctuary. Music has soul anyway. AUTHOR’S NOTE This poem reflects a deep fascination with the mysterious and almost supernatural power of music. It moves from simple sounds and instruments into a larger vision where music becomes a force that transcends life and death. The imagery may feel playful at first, but it gradually evolves into something more profound, suggesting that music is not merely entertainment but a living presence capable of awakening even the stillest silence. The lines carry a rhythm that mirrors the very subject of the poem, allowing the reader to f...