Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou

This week’s challenge is to write a piece of “musical poetry” inspired by an instrumental guitar track. Listen to “Canción Triste” by Jesse Cook from the album Vertigo: If you can’t listen to this track, choose any instrumental piece (with no lyrics) you like — preferably one featuring guitar — and mention the piece you chose in your post. Your poem can be in any form, but should be no more than 20 lines.

I have written two different poems for this prompt:

Poem #1 Reflection of Instruments

The guitar opens a portal, a blue flame wavering in air.
Notes drift out like wandering spirits searching old paths.
A silver tremor circles the room - ghost-light on water.
Shadows lean forward, learning the language of dusk.

Minor chords rise like smoke from an unseen alter.
Each vibration unfurls a forgotten constellation.
The melody glides in loops, a moth orbiting moon-fire.
Soft pulses shimmer - etched in disappearing sand.

Bass tones echo like footsteps across ancient stones.
A warm wind stirs, though every window is closed.
The strings glow faintly, as if touched by star-hands.
Notes fall slow as opal rain, blessing the dark.

A tremolo flickers - lightning within cedar wood.
The room inhales, drawn into a deeper dream.
The tune rises winged, a bird sculpted from candle smoke.
It hovers, trembling, between sorrow and prophecy.

Silence gathers in rings haloed and luminous.
The final chord drifts upward like a soul released.
It lingers - thin gold dust swirling in midnight air.
And the world tilts slightly enchanted by echo.

Poem #2 Reflection of How the Music Made Me Feel

Breath drifts, endless carried on invisible tides.
The world hums beneath my skin, soft and infinite.
Time bends and folds, a river curling around itself. 
I am weightless, sinking into a sea of feeling.

Currents of longing ripple through my chest slow and luminous.
Shadows lean in, gentle, like the hush before dawn.
Light trembles in the corners of thought, quiet and unclaimed
I dissolve and dissolve again, yet remain.

Joy flickers, a pulse within the deepening dark
Echoes spiral infinite, spinning threads I cannot follow.
Sorrow hums, warm, a tide I float upon.
My mind expands, porous receiving vibrations.
 
I drift through corridors of quiet that shimmers like water.
Silence folds around me, like falling stars
Each moment stretches, elastic with unseen light.
I move, unmarked, along the curve of something eternal.

Heartbeat and breath and longing merge into one small wave.
I am lifted, carried, unmade, and remade in the same instant.
The world dissolves and reforms in a wild pulse.
When it ends, I remain suspended, echoing the music within.


by, Heather Mirassou