For what more could I ask?
I decided to have a relaxing time
So on went the music.
What should I chose
From the vast array
That lives in my home?
It then came to me,
The one composer
Of whom it is said
Never wrote a wrong note.
It is said that in much music
Only the first note,
And the last note
Are important,
But with this composer
ALL notes are important.
So there I sat in my chair
Just listening,
Listening to the glory,
The glory that Mozart gave,
Gave to me,
Gives to us all.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Music is so important in my life.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good write Gold.
Not that S........composer with long name?!
No not Stockhausen.
Andy
He could accompany me with his music. Might drown out my singing! lol
So very true, his music your singing and bagpipes playing 'Far Away' and the further away the better.LOL
Andy
Mozart had the gift of music, and Andy the gift of words. It doesn't get any better than that. ; )
Thank you for your so kind words AP, they are very much appreciated.
Andy
I think just by listening to the choice music that you pair with your poetry, I have reduced my uncultured status by some ten percent, maybe - lol
still, that's an incredible gift you so generously
choose to share my friend, thank you Andy
Music is my life and I love to share both it and my poetry to all.
Andy
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