From where do these sounds come?
So soft, so pure, so soulful.
The sounds transported from the page
Through the skill and passion of the pianist,
To slide gently though our ears;
Into our very souls.
Chopin, this man I once derided
As being able to make me sad
No matter how good I was feeling;
Slowly turning my thoughts
To the utter beauty and wonder,
Of the music he created.