' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' A Wonder Told Shyly(For Res)

He cradles it palm to palm like a newborn. Talks to it tenderly as if his self was talking to his soul & the squeezebox with a little wheeze (that's almost human) talks back to him in music (the language of the soul) and we overhear this private conversation & are still drinking deep of its beauty. ******* Thank you for thinking of me and my mother. It was greatly appreciated. I was coming back through Dublin airport and I saw two LIAM CLANCY DVDs and thought of you. AT THE OLYMPIA and AT THE BITTER END - WITH FRIENDS. I got them for ya so if ya got an address...they're yours. Ya may have 'em but then...ya may not...but now...ya may will! I wrote you this poem A WONDER TOLD SHYLY about that wonderful moment in the concert when he slings the guitar to the side and recites Austin Clarke's THE PLANTER'S DAUGHTER and then asks the squeezebox about a plaintive Irish air. As Clarke's poem puts it....' like a bell that is rung...like a wonder told shyly...and oh she was the Sunday in everyweek! '