Back I went in a moment,
The music played and took me back,
Back to the times with him,
Times with my father.
We would sit and listen,
Sit in the lounge and listen,
Listen to such music,
Such wonderful music.
And when this piece played,
Played on the radio this morning
He was there with me,
Sitting and listening,
Listening to one of his
And one of my favourited pieces,
Favourite pieces of music.
So there we were together,
Together once more
Sitting in silence and listening,
Listening to Borodin
As his quartet played,
Played for both of us.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My Dad introduced me to music from the moment I was born and I have been listening to it all my long life, this String Quartet by Borodin was one he introduced to me and I have always loved it.
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Comments7
................ Lovely & in more ways than one ..
Thank you Neville, so kind.
Andy
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Music is the food of the soul, i really enjoyed the read, thank you
Much appreciated Tobani, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome
wonderful Andy. This reminded me of my father who used to listen to music with us as well and taught me tollerance to different types of music. Heart warming
Thank you soren, so glad it brought back fine memories.
Andy
A shared joy, to be exact, the individual composition make it even more precise!
So very true arqios, thank you.
Andy
My Dad always listened to the Mitch Miller show, loved Eddy Arnold and Tennessee Williams. Helped start me on loving music in oh so many forms. Thanks for this.
May that love of music fill your life Dan as it does mine.
Andy
Awe, such a beautiful way to remember 🌹
It surely is Teddy, thank you.
Andy
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