Mason G. Senft

Roslyn Heights, New York, USA

Mason is a vocal coach and accompanist residing on Long Island. As a pianist, he has accompanied artists around the world from Carnegie Hall to the White House and specializes in opera. His interests include computers which have revolutionized his studio affording him the capacity to create CD's on demand, fully orchestrated, while bringing the New Age to opera and art song. His poetry is a natural extension of his music and has been published in varied venues from the "The New York Times," "Mensa Journal" as well as The National Library of Poetry.

Elusive Thought

It lay upon my mind all day,
Tacit, yet gnawing;
A thought that wouldn't go away
And I, ignoring.

For what about my daily chores,
A teacher serves his pupils.
What's so esteemed by troubadours,
Could lay to rest such scruples?

The day wore on and then was gone
The thought, still there, abiding.
My soul, beleaguered, gave a yawn
With energies subsiding.

I Brushed my teeth and buffed my shoes;
Anything to ignore it.
I even stooped to watch the news,
Though often I abhor it.

'Twas time to turn my thoughts to bed.
The sun gave in, the day had slowed,
But what was that still in my head?
Would you believe, 'twas just this ode?

Windows

I stared at the Windows, completely in awe.
No curtain nor draping nor hint of a flaw.
A world made of vistas that boggle the mind;
It's more of a Gate-way with treasures to find.

But is that a bug that alit on the screen?
Disrupting my journey, now what can that mean?
Don't tell me the rumors have proved to be true,
Would anything cure it? I haven't a clue!

No virus, thank goodness, just merely a bug.
Why even Bill Gates would give merely a shrug.
I'll have to be patient; await a new day,
When Windows evolves and dispels my dismay.

I'll open the Windows for better or worse;
And upgrade the "circuits" while lightening my purse.
I may go so far as to empty my "cache;"
now let's hope, please God, that my Windows won't crash.