It happened again!
I just stopped
As this sound struck my heart,
Struck my soul.
That voice so pure,
So intense,
Always stopped me.
I just have to listen
And be amazed.
It happens every time,
Every time that her voice,
Kathleen’s voice,
Lifts into the ether
And takes me to another world.
That world of serenity.
That world of joy.
That world of wonder.
That world of love.
To Nirvana.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When asked what is my favourite music it is an impossible question to answer, I do not even know which genre of music is my favourite. If asked who is my favourite singer the answer is Kathleen Ferrier, as in the poem whenever I hear her voice I just stop and have to listen to her. I have nearly all her recorded work.
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Comments5
A lovely write Gold. I thought you meant you heard me singing. Well, was I a close second?! heehee.
I'm gonna sing at 1066 reunion. Can you help? Stand by the door so they don't all run out of the room?
I will stand by the door, to show them the way oout!
Wonderful that some sounds or voices can do this to us.
Very true d a.
I went to Pershore Jazz on Wednesday, it has been about six months since I went due to circumstances at home. The group were "Tony Pitt's All Stars" - they were a very good trad jazz group, it was OK but the one tune that made it worth going to me was 'Avalon' played by the saxophonist on a tenor sax, he was wonderful and I could hear much more modern jazz riffs in the song, even memories of bird came through. In case you are interested his name is "Al Nicholls"
Thanks Goldfinch. I'm no fan of trad jazz and its quite rare to find a sax in todays 'trad jazz' line-ups as I'm sure you know. Several years ago though i was lucky to catch a gig by a local trad band the something something stompers and was surprised by how much i enjoyed their happy music, i was smiling a lot (I was driving so not booze induced).
Music. It fits into every inch of this Earths corners. All types of wonderful musical opens up parts of the mind which can only be numbed by the sounds of music which is fitting for each and every ear. There is genius somewhere thinking about how to change the sounds in which we listen to. Without it I believe the human race may collapse purely because of its outstanding talent for survival. great write, Goldfinch60.
Thank you Kevin, so very true.
A worthy tribute to a famous singer as music meets needs in us all - thanks my friend for this moment of return to Nirvana.
Thank you Fay, yes music does meet our needs.
To hear a nightingale sing is so heavenly.
Very true w c.
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