From where do these sounds come?
So soft, so pure, so soulful.
The sounds transported from the page
Through the skill and passion of the pianist,
To slide gently though our ears;
Into our very souls.
Chopin, this man I once derided
As being able to make me sad
No matter how good I was feeling;
Slowly turning my thoughts
To the utter beauty and wonder,
Of the music he created.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2025 00:56
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem came to me as I had just heard Chopin’s Nocturne in Bb minor op.9 no.1 on the radio
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Oh yes, until proven, his name doesn’t do much for him, chopping, chopsticks 🎹, show pan… but the music given the privilege of ear is fantastic! 🕊🙏🏻
Very true arqios, his music is sublime.
Andy
Most welcome Andy🕊️🙏🏻
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
I love Chopin' music.This poem is a great tribute to a great musician
So do I David, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
Poetically sound. Music to my ears Andy. A very nice poem of the beauty we both enjoy
Thank you soren, much appeciated.
Andy
Great tribute, Andy.
Thank you Jerry.
Andy
Excellent write Andy
Most kind Tony, thank you.
Andy
You're welcome
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