Munday on Monday: Musical mystery

Not literate in music, how

To read the many notes,

I scan the book which others use

To raise their many throats.

The cadence which I’d thought to guess

Is changed yet once again;

What looks to me one syllable

Is stretched to eight or ten.

I’m silent while the others sing;

When all else hush, my voice will ring

While leaving others in the lurch …

Bluffing my way through hymns at church.

Don Munday