Music Into My Heart.

Goldfinch60



That sound came from the radio,

Music that went straight to my heart.

A sound so beautiful that made all stop,

All stop around me as I listened,

Listened to those notes plucked,

Plucked on the strings ,

The strings of the mandolin.

A sound so wonderful and mesmerising

I was drawn further and further into it,

Into the sound that Vivaldi had written,

Written on paper for others to play

And produce this wonder of music.

The music finished but my day had started,

Started in a most delightful way,

With the music coming into my heart.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2023 01:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: Music in its many forms can always make me stop and listen. The video is the piece of music that I had heard.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 8
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Comments6

  • Hollow Enigma

    wonderful feeling here. Always love reading your thoughts!

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Jake, much appreciated.

      Andy

    • orchidee

      Good write Gold.

    • Neville


      absolutely splendid .. I remember the very first time my fingers stroked the strings of my old bowl backed mandolin .. and having heard her played, can remember exactly why they cried so sweet .. I still have her to this very day .. and several others too ... 🎼🎵🎶🎵

      • Goldfinch60

        So pleased it brought back memories Neville, do you still play the mandolin?

        Andy

        • Neville



          I do .. but not as often as I would like .. 🙂

          • Goldfinch60

            I am like that with the clarinet, I should paly it more often.

            Andy

          • Mottakeenur Rehman

            The poem is a testament to the transformative power of music. It shows how music can transport us to another world, alter our mood and perception, and leave a lasting impact on our lives.

            • Goldfinch60

              It surely can Mottakeenur, it has been doing that for all my long life.

              Andy

            • L. B. Mek

              nothing like that echo of musical notes
              resounding deep within our pulses reach
              as we, once more acknowledge
              music's healing warmth in our life
              (another lovely ode, Andy
              thank you!)

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you Mek, music is my life.

                Andy

              • John Prophet

                Where does this creativity come from?
                Nice write Andy.
                JP

                • Goldfinch60

                  It comes from my heart when music becomes part of me.
                  Thank you John.

                  Andy



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