My Own Accompanist

I am my own accompanist, busy
bridging the wide chasms of all I am not,
trying to highlight just that filigree
I might be, but with deserved discretion

I am aware that I take liberties,
that my notes suggest the shadows of songs
that are quite other than the ones I sing, 
accompanist is near adversary

I am not quite my own double, although
I know I am one richly divided,
even in song life hugs its loneliness,
accompanist tries to keep me company

accompanist and I wile hours away,
occasionally happen on a smile



Please try my philosophical fable. "A Nutcracker Story - The Mouse 
And The Unicorn".    It is of a similar cast of mind as these poems, as 
it dissents from the luxurious gaudiness of the ballet, while honoring music 
and movement.  It also has its anti-war dimension in the name of inner awareness,

Here is the link:

https://www.amazon.com/Nutcracker-Story-Mouse-Unicorn/dp/B0BF1W7FR2