I think that poets and writers have "favorite works" that are not necessarily as well-received as their material that is less personal. My own favorite was written in the aftermath of the reunion concert of Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel (you'll probably guess who I was more partial to!). The pair meant a lot to me in my formative years of late teens and 20's. I couldn't help myself but buy tickets to see them reunited, and I was not disappointed.
You may not like the poem as much as I do, because you don't have the underlying emotions of thinking back to what you were, when you first heard their music. And then again, you may be too young to know.....
A minor deity walks among us
Dobro, cello and 12 string unravel his sounds
His hands cannot stay still
Unlike a singer who focuses on words
Leaving diaphragm diaphanously
Moved by sound needing to touch it
His words float among the rafters
They soar and his partner of the angel’s whine
Frosts them with magnificent cushions of harmony.
Soothsayer, poet, teller of tales
Maker of rhymes and those lines that don’t
We are humbled by the music, inspired by the words
Touched in a way we did not expect
Arrested are we, applauding endlessly
I stop to grip my heart.
Small of stature
Shaken by response and experience
Wearing his passion for his music “like a thorny crown”.
My simple act of grasping a memory
Bringing a dear one for a night of music
Becomes strangely alive with the soul and the sound of
This man, who with his songs, has touched lives and burned
Aging melodies into our very being.
Foreshadowing his eulogy he appears
An Old Friend
Made new again by the enormity
Of thousands of words grasping souls, taking prisoners.
Brought tears to thousands, peace to all
Shook us to our foundations
Never was much, he was just his father’s son.
I stand and remember, in awe.
Simon & Garfunkel – “Old Friends” Tour, the morning after