The tune just would not go from my mind,
I came home from rehearsal
With the tune dancing with the endorphins
As they both raced around my head,
This wonderful tune had taken over my body.
The choir sang so well this night,
The enjoyment was almost tangible.
Then came this song,
New to the choir to sing,
But the tune so well known.
From the start the smile
On the faces of the singers broadened,
As they learned the four parts.
When the rehearsal ended,
The song was beginning to come;
The pleasure was already there
I reached home on a cloud of music
As the song still ran through me;
My beautiful lady was there,
Awaiting my return.
We had a drink and chatted
Until it was time for bed,
Into bed we went, to sleep.
Morpheus arrived,
But his arrival did not bring rest,
As all through the night
He was singing this glorious song to me;
“She was beautiful,
Beautiful to my eyes”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 8th, 2023 00:52
- Comment from author about the poem: Music is my world.
- Category: Special occasion
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Comments4
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
The choir is a joint journey and a communal experience. Remembering when I first joined up just as I was turning 6. Good times!
Thank you cb, yes singing in the choir is a wonderful experience.
Andy
Lovely to read this dear Andy. ❤️
My absolute pleasure Teddy.
Andy
Like the power from within the Goldfinch drives into the mix w aplomb.
Most kind Bobby, thank you.
Andy
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