the music of words

language

used to be an art.

the world seemed to be full

of richly

emotional souls

like Dylan Thomas,

or Oscar Wilde,

Emerson

and Thoreau.

words were music.

everyone

had a poet inside them,

holding court

at a local pub or

around a dinner table,

to tell a story,

to embellish, or to enrich

the lies

or truths they told.

rare these days

to hear

such lovely written

or spoken prose.