For what more could I ask?
I had a good night’s sleep,
My lover by my side.
I arise in the dark morning,
Come down the stairs,
Put on the radio.
And there playing for me
Was that wonderful music,
That wonderful music of Mozart.
Such a glorious day had started
With Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto.
That Concerto started my day,
Started my day so well.
I know from this start
My day will be wonderful.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2022 01:04
- Comment from author about the poem: Sir Thomas Beecham once said that in all music only the first note and the last note matter, except with Mozart where every note matters.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
I sensed the invigoration you felt,
Experienced your wonderful day.
Is there a day of yours which is not delt
with other than joy and hope’s shining ray?
Go for it Andy.
Every day I get up from my bed is wonderful Dave.
Andy
Good write Gold. Was Beecham referring to my singing?! lol. First and last, and a load of caterwauling in between.
Thanks Orchi.
Beautiful, and I like the thoughts of music…. I think every note is important, the in between keeps you floating
Thank you Dove, music has been in my life since I was born and always will be.
Andy
And now mine is equally so with poem on top of a useful YouTube link to a Mozart concierto that I haven't heard in a while. This is a golden combination!
Most kind cb, thank you.
Andy
Oh I do love it and if not for you I'd probably forget.....forever a tweet on my shoulder 😉
Always appreciated
Much peace and respect
Thank you Dan, much appreciated.
Andy
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