Once more it has happened,
Music stopped me,
Stopped me in my life.
The tune started and I waited,
Waited for the choir to burst forth,
Burst forth with those words,
“ZADOK THE PRIEST!”
It wasn’t just the music that stopped me,
It brought back a precious memory,
A memory of my lover now departed
As she burst out with this song.
I could see her once more
Standing in the choir singing this song
With pride, passion and joy.
Music was her life,
As it is with me,
And once more we were together
As Zadok the Priest sailed us into the ether.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 27th, 2021 01:57
- Comment from author about the poem: Just one of the many songs my wife used to sing in the Choral Society she was in.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Glad it reminded you of her . Nice words ,
Thank you yellowrose.
Andy
A fine write and clip Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Andy
Good write, Andy.
Music can hold a lot of memories.
Thank you Jerry.
It surely can hold so many memories.
Andy
Geed write and Z the P is one of my favourite pieces too.
Thank you Michael.
"So much music, so little time."
Andy
What better music to blend you together again with your precious one - - a wonderful memory Andy of hearing Joyce once again singing and thank you for sharing it dear friend.
Thank you for your very kind words Fay, much appreciated.
Andy
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