|Anoushka and Alchemy in the moment

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The stage was set

a lotus hung

2 cello’s, settled

there among

those who bestowed the alchemy

evoking magical energy

 

Vivacity procured, designed

to capture every heart and mind

a crescendo that just intertwined

and surviving this a magical sphere

captivation it started here

the searing heat of the Sitar’s voice

really the heart just

had no choice

melodic incantations met

one’s eyes

one’s soul

to confound the set

colour’s embellish

as sounds create

an interlude

as minds gyrate

 

the sitar scythes

through passions high

the cello’s move

the eyes to cry

evoking spirits

which  enthral

and take the heart strings

from us all

 

to entice us

into a dream state

and hold us there

just to wait

where we are caressed and made to

bare

our souls as a great vortex

there

 

the amalgamation of heart and soul

one’s psyche

under some control

calling out

the audience feels

the music climbs through many reels

 

mystical marauders

manifest

the vibrancy is bound

to last

the feet, the hands

the heart, the head

as rapidly the soul

is led

 

to wonder where the journey takes

toe tapping

lapping water

breaks

sunlight

moon light

light of old

streams forth

where angelic

tears have rolled

 

down cheeks

we feel the beat, the soul

Shankar’s picture’s

we extol

and through all this

curtains of sound

as our hearts begin to pound

 

to crazy virtuoso stints

born out of silence

possibly since

the age of Dawn

that forced our eyes

to see the light

and to surprise

 

the senses

soaked in sensuous silks

softened by

cool perfumed milks

the avid breast beats

earnestly

and beside me Claudia

there she be

 

enhancing what is verve and verse

the sounds that clearly

all rehearse

presenting here

to reassure

the hearts that burn

for evermore

 

its so creative

a waterfall

of voices curl

each instrument

how it does hurl

its brilliance exceeds

all the desires

in all of us those inner

fires

burned

stronger drawn, and so

compelled grabbed shaken

to and fro

 

held in that bubble

that couldn’t burst

in all of this we were

immersed

drawn into the flames

we burned

and India was so concerned

 

such energy

such pleasing tones

this music reached

into our bones

they clattered

they did resonate

collectively

we did gyrate

 

the whispering gentle

soulful beats

the lashing bashing

drum unseats

2 hours of searching

sent us to

a place where guile

can capture you

 

it descends and  leads

us collectively

to places where we have to be

to experience the sweet desire

to dance together in the fire

to romance a while

and thus evoke

Beltaine’s message

so bespoke

 

to create a style

and to reconcile

an encore

a Monsoon where, we

together shared  her love

we felt it

every key

her passion felt

as there she knelt

with  a hint of reverie

 

which sent me reeling

a re birth

with pictures taken

from the earth

a love song captivated all

wrapped up in her loving call

 

how she captivated, she

with her brother

flowing free

memories of their dear Ravi

shared

none of us in fact

were spared

we danced together

in the stalls

mesmerized

the aisles and halls

India

was where we were

the Himalaya’s

began to stir

 

those peaks of snow

those skies of blue

the Ganges rolling on wards to

the seething armies

in the fields

the rice

the cotton

and all that yields

such wonderment

as this was aired

and Ravi’s spirit

we all shared

 

his energy

such wide acclaim

really we’d never feel the same

Anoushka conjured

up in me

a gigantic bird

who hopefully

 

could fly

could soar

could see

could sigh

and take her music

and rely

on those upwards thrusts

of creative form

those shadows

that maintain the warm

atmosphere

in which to be

wrapped up in each melody

 

that’s how they wove those

notes for me

we danced together avidly

hands clasped

hearts one

we all could see

the contrast

almost frantically

 

sucking

in the cold crisp air

that apparently was everywhere

we had our wings

and we could fly

could see the peaks

below us, high

a silence fell

on each upward blast

as their supple fingers

moved so fast

over keyboards

an avalanche of tears

did spill

from an audience

clearly now still

all wrapped up in the

sweetest fire

they joined her

in her hearts desire

 

the South bank was a joy to see

the Thames was looking

majestically

caressing London on its way

part of what was the display

the trees

the sounds

the purple eye

and the energy

was good and high

this interlude had clearly showed

as we took the tube to Finchley Road

then to the Chalfonts

and home by car

each of  us followed

Shankar’s star

 

tired and weary

we reminisced

on the blessings

and did enlist

Anoushkar’s alchemy, 

so heartfelt

which seemingly had begun

to melt

 

the majestic peaks

and each sweet refrain

that we could recall

over again

 

Such a beautiful setting for an amazing concert

held at the Festival Hall on the Southbank last evening 23/5

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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