Robin Ford, April 2018

Among these 8 poems you will find Alexander Graham Bell, a toddler, two very accomplished cellists (one playing the piano) and many other angles on sound and music.

I will publish them as separate blogs in the first instance (it might change in time).

Finding your voice

To break a four-hour drive, we stopped to eat
When, half way through, a family stopped by
Before they’d even found an extra seat
The youngest member started up his cry.
The kid was three years old, or maybe two
He wailed in regal splendour on a chair. 
And, as an opera-singer’s trained to do,
He kept his mouth wide open; it was square.
A singer has both confidence and pride;
For she can match an orchestra alone.
She said “Make sure your mouth is open wide;
You’ll get good volume and a rounded tone.”
The kid required no training. His loud crying
He’d learnt by intuition and just trying.