Why does she do it?
How does she do it?
I sit there happily writing,
Putting words on the paper
When it happens.
Her voice soars from the radio
And I have to stop.
It happens so many times
When I hear this glorious voice,
Nothing else matters,
I need to listen,
Listen to that voice as it sails into my soul,
As it pervades through the ether,
Going on forever,
Until that day,
That day,
When she will sing to me,
Sing in all her glory,
Sing in all her wonder,
As I sit in tears
Listening to her.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 13th, 2019 02:18
- Comment from author about the poem: Just heard Janet Baker singing Ich Habe Genug from J.S. Bach’s Cantata BWV 82b. The YouTube piece on here is that very recording.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
A good write Gold. If she's not around, you still sit in tears - listening to me. I'm on the radio too, ya know, warbling!
'I never knew you cared so much', I said to one who heard me. 'Oh it's not weeping with joy; it's out of frustration and torment' was the reply! lol.
Thanks Orchi.
I get that sometimes when I write a poem for somebody and they start crying, I never thought they were that bad!
A delightful read you have written here. Touching upon one's heart is your golden touch...!!
Thank you Kevin, I hope it is always so.
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