O So Simple

By Jack Joseph Smith

A waste of tone, a loss of sound Strict is measure, controled as touch Concherto fullfilling, in its staying tell the end beneath You can not be shallow with a piano Can you even touch it, or perhaps you can not Make a gesture and double it down on a note Draw time with a bulky sign, notes are lost Half time is not well either, unless you have split it from the beginning Cords being better than lines, will come back and once more show you Kings and Queens are the only cards here If you are not careful through the pipe There are no colors, not images to match Let the music go with a strum, or the sash of a place Gutar or violin Or take your company with any bass, stringed to be a tongue; a horn outside the life, of your hands Think of this gift stopped so hard without fame, and through mucic is really, the way we all want to play

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A music poem that treats sound, touch, and formal control as a difficult ethics rather than a decorative art.

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A meditation on musicianship as discipline and risk: 'A waste of tone, a loss of sound' opens it, and 'Strict is measure, controled as touch' sets its ethic. The poem warns 'You can not be shallow with a piano,' rates 'Cords being better than lines,' and ranges across guitar, violin, and bass before landing on its claim that 'through mucic is really, / the way we all want to play.'

The instrument here is a test of seriousness; depth is not optional - 'Can you even touch it, / or perhaps you can not.' Timing becomes almost moral law: 'Half time is not well either, / unless you have split it from the beginning,' which insists that looseness only works when it is deliberate from the start. The royal image 'Kings and Queens are the only cards here' elevates chords above single lines as the music's true face cards, its real power. The strangest figure, a horn 'stringed to be a tongue; a horn outside the life, / of your hands,' treats the instrument as a second voice and a body beyond the body. The pang under the craft surfaces near the end - 'this gift stopped so hard without fame' - so the title's 'O So Simple' is rueful: playing is the thing everyone wants and almost no one masters, and fame rarely follows the gift.