Silently into The Loving Night

Hi, Lovedly,
Very soft and quiet poem, but yet I hear all the different musical sounds. There is something still and lonely as well as comforting about this poem - it has a good balance of different emotions, which is of course what music and poetry bring out in us. Soothing and gentle.
Thank you!
L

Hi lovedly, such a soothing poem. Love the musicaly and imagery. My only nits are the usual ones, probably similar to Teddy's suggestions. Tweak it a little. I gave my version below, to TorT. Best, Gracy

Silently into nights,
silence, chilly frights,
softest music did they delight,
distant notes on a lively accordion
followed by reverberating violins
Silently into eerie nights,
sounds of soft musical, lovely quotes
to our ears, soothing dotes, (?)
sounds of soft musical notes
to our ears were smoothing anecdotes.
silently into night they strung
whistling suddenly sprung
blowing clarinets from distant sand dunes
variable softly played lullaby tunes.
silently yeah...
Yeah, into moistened nights.

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Some poems invite us readers to edit a bit. Here's my take for you to consider. A few takeaways, break into stranzas,some other small changes, I think the essence is still there. Was not sure of using "yeah" with such a high stance, prefer Yes here. A very soft brush on this canvas of sound. Tell me what you think...

Silently into the night,
into the silence of the chilly fright,
with softest music did they delight,
a distant note on an accordion
To reverberation on a violin

Silently into the eerie night,
sounds of soft music, lovely quotes
to our ears, were like soothing dotes,
sounds of soft music, oh lovely notes
to our ears like smoothing anecdotes.

Silently into the night they strung
whistling by then suddenly sprung
clarinets from distant sand dunes
like variable played lullaby tunes.

silently yes..
Yes into the moistened night.

At last a lovely piece of writing from you,
I know you will say that you have many but as you can see this has struck a chord with many of Neopoet's best,
I bet Jess is up there smiling..
Take care young poet,
Yours as always, Ian