Virtuosity is great Skill in Music, or other Artistic Pursuits; while Flair deals with Style and Originality. Together they make Poetry tempered by the flair of nature in an effort to overcome mediocrity and so traverse the path of those historical figures who displayed virtuosity.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
To speak in silence is of the mind, A tale untold, we all do find. A word that's spoken is but thin air, It's potency naught but bare. The truth may be, it may be naught, For all things within the net of truth are caught. Though truth untold by man is not a myth, Wisdom lies within it's girth. Although festering lies do our hearts wreathe, A willing heart is not buried beneath The rocky fastness of the mountain; Is sustained by an underground fountain. The silver lining hides away Behind the clouds, the banished day. Yet it sustains we here bellow, And when words do themselves show A barren empty mind and heart The truth is where I'll turn instead, Lest I should in mistrust make dread The king of kings, the greatest art. So speak not out loud lest first inside You cast out arrogance and foolish pride, Give heed of what your thoughts are made, To what cause such thoughts give aid. Listen to my silent words, My eyes that speak as heralds On a cold clear night of frost; Such may be the speakers cost If he expects his words be heeded, And if he wishes his ideas to be not lost, He will his thoughts, ideas, have kneaded With the roller of wisdom and truth. No other way shall silence, in sooth, Become any meaningful thing at all; But it shall remain a silent thing, A word that's bare, a mere load man must haul That lends only misery and hate As man's companion, his mate, Ill fortune shall such a friend bring Though at first it appears as glamorous luck, Soon he shall find himself a sitting duck. A word that's spoken is but thin air, If it doth not withstand truths piercing stare.