Invocation

Give me the true poet's simple mind devine  
where lyrics come tripling in off the tongue  
and syllables ringing with chime of rhyme  
come tinkling musically in verse of song,  
   
Where pianos softly lead " Drink to me..."  
or an overture starts up, a vigorous one,  
with loud cymbals sharp symbolic clash of glee
and ringing booms of huge kettle drum...  
   
As clappers cracked more musket shots  
great drums whooshed out huge cannon balls  
tempo blocks stampede horses and the poet  
Tchaikovsky is defending old Moscow's walls.  
   
Another poet signals V for victory  
in softer tones of his Dah-dah-dah - Daah,  
announcing the start of the Fate Symphony  
and Beethoven's deafly fight becomes no bar...  
   
So, O mightiest of composing sirs  
when my life has all been writ, said and done,  
if it please you to haul me up heaven's stairs  
let it be, to be, among, poetic ones...