Patricia M. Twining-Obarski
Works

World Music

Chanting syllables foreign to my ear

Accompanied by strange instruments

Feral noises resound

Primal measured beats

Rhythms sinuously slide

Wild, tempestuous, impassioned, robust


Music derived from many different places:


The sound of the wind blowing on a steppe in Caucasus

A balalaika shrill strumming

The macaw’s call in a jungle in the Amazon

A dithering Andean Flute

The moon glow on Ayers Rock in Australia’s Outback

Like a dingo’s howl, a Digrideroo reverberates

The hoof beats of gazelles galloping across

A savanna in South Africa

Pounding with the tempo of Kettle drums

The rain falling in Ireland in a hidden, misty glen

Nimble, brisk tin whistle notes


An imitative magic

Soaked with the cadence

The passions of native places

In musical interludes, we voyage

To Rio Di Janeiro ,

Dancing the samba at carnival

A Cajun band playing Zydeco

In the French Quarter on Fat Tuesday

A calypso beat from a steel drum in Trinidad

Lounging under a bread-fruit tree


For many years, we listened

Only to songs that we knew

Familiar tunes, constant beats

Played on piano, guitar, bass and drums

Our repertoire now widens

Our ears open to other kinds of music

To cultures not own

To those who love melody,

We are enriched