As the chords are strung in fervor
And the notes are plucked in rhyme
My heart swells with the music
And my mind is lost in time
As the orchestra plays loudly
And fills my ears and soul
The senses soar in wonder
At the sounds of classical
Then the notes sway into softness
And soothe my spirit calm
Whisp'ring sweet of beauty
Easing aching as a balm
The strings and winds and iv'ry
Speak sensual as they are
Trickling like a river
O'er the beatings of my heart
And ever shall I ponder
The sweetest strains of sound
That drift across my spirit
And lift it from the ground
Author notes
Do yourself a favour: listen to Rachmaninov's Piano Concerto No. 2 In C Minor ... it is a slice of paradise.
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I sahll do so...and be blessed and soothed as a balm of amazing properties can provide! This is a lovely write!
Blessed Be!
Az
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I hope so my dear! It's beautiful!
Blessed be, sweet sister!
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I like this poem because it really captures listening to music and I like to do that when I play the piano or listen to a cd. I havent listened to the concerto but maybe I will!!! That's a really great poem.
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