Lunch has finished and so to relax;
Up to the room where books, music and bed await.
So to what shall I listen today?
I casually flick through my music
And stop on Mahler.
Why not I think, I haven’t listened to him recently,
But what and by whom?
I select the First Symphony, played by the Berliners
Under Sir Simon.
The music starts gently as I ease myself
Onto my bed, book to hand
I start reading and listening.
Thrilled by the latest novel
And stirred by the gentle music
The eyes shut and the book gently falls.
I am in a world of Mahler,
So profound, a man of many tunes.
I am carried to Gustav’s world,
A world of perfect notation conveyed
To my soul by musicians of profound skill.
The sound gets gentler and softer
As my mind drifts into a restful place
Of content and peace.
The music still there but
My mind is unaware as sleep begins.
BANG!
The loud crescendo at the beginning
Of the movement
Awakes me from my peace!
Shaking, not knowing where I am,
Then it comes to me!
I do wish he wouldn’t do that!
So back to my book I go,
Still listening,
But the peace shattered.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 18th, 2023 01:08
- Comment from author about the poem: I have recordings of all eleven of Mahler's nine symphonies!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good job I didn't sneak round, and re-label your Stockhausen, etc, as Mozart.
'What Stockhausen CD's? I got none' you say? lol.
I just bypass the somber reflection and go straight to Shotakovich #10. Enjoyed the read!
Dear Andy,
A relatable experience.
Happy Father’s Day.☺️
Laura👏
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