Arlene Corwin Poetry

      The Fear Is Gone

The fear is gone; A song is there.

In place a song-like atmosphere.

Gone, longing for…in four/four time

All of the time

Not letting in

The villain

In the fingered melodies,

In leading tones and harmonies,

In asking for the things I want

And wanting what turns up.

All along the song was fear.

Now sweet,

What’s left is to complete…

Close up the circle,

Fix the faults,

End the story

For a glimpse of glory –

Hidden.

©The Fear Is Gone 07.10.25 (revised from 02.10.1)

Lyrics; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin