Uncomposed melodies do fill the air,
As I stride forth, with Chopin in my heart,
Forgotten Liszt, my pockets stark and bare,
Yet Bach’s refrain shall guide me to restart.
The notes of Chopin’s nocturnes softly play,
While Liszt’s grand echoes linger in the mind,
To Bach’s pure harmony, I turn and sway,
In music’s thrall, a unity we find.
A journey through the streets, with tones so sweet,
From Chopin’s depth to Liszt’s virtuosic flair,
To Bach’s divine, transcendent, rhythmic beat,
This symphony of masters, rich and rare.
Thus, in this sonnet, music intertwines,
A tapestry of legends, pure and fine.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: April 1st, 2025 01:07
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Heaven to the ears πΆππ»π
Much appreciated arqios.
Andy
A fine musical journey Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
A wonderful musical journey to be traveling on, enjoyed the read
Most kind Tobani, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome
Beautiful dear Andy. πΉ
Much appreciated Teddy, so kind.
Andy
A music lover's sonnet filled with masters of the past. Very nicely done Andy.
Such wonderful words soren, thank you.
Andy
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