I sit at my computer
And it happens once more,
A piece of music is played,
A piece that I know,
I know so well,
I have even played it,
Played it on the piano
Back in my youthful days.
But why is it,
Why is it today
That I have to stop,
Just stop and listen.
The music drags me in,
Drags me into its wonder.
I just stop and listen
And so many memories come,
Come back from my childhood.
Watching my dad play,
Play the piano.
My Dad the one who brought music,
Brought music into my life.
All types of music he listened to
And I have become him,
Become him in my love,
My love of music.
These wonderful memories,
Of one of Nature’s gentlemen
Bringing such glory to my life.
He passed many years ago
But I see him every day,
Every day as I look in the mirror.
Such beautiful memories came back,
Came back this day
All because of Beethoven,
All because of Beethoven’s feelings,
Feelings for Elise.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For my Dad who brought the love of music to my heart and soul.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
Grandad was a lovely, kind man. Still missed
Very much so Simon.
Dad.
A fine write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Isn't music amazing, you can't remember where you put the car keys, but as soon as a bit of music comes on, you're transported back to another time and place.
So very true Paul, music has such wonderful power in our lives.
Andy
Andy, you and your dad share something very special. And the music is only the beginning of it. Your dad would be proud. 😉
Very true AP.
Andy
Lovely write, Andy! So glad you are still so happy and complete!
Thank you Christina, my life could not be better as it is now.
Andy
Yes a great piece of music - my Dad intoduced me to The Nutcracker suite which triggered my love of classical music. Like you the memories come flooding back.
Thank you Michael, those memories from music bring such joy to our lives.
Andy
Your poem brought back many happy memories. Beautiful. 1 of the pieces I could play a little bit, the first part. Loved listening to this. My father tried to learn the violin when he was older but passed away before too long.
So glad to have brought back happy memories Rozina.
Andy
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