Yet again my life stopped,
Onto the radio it came,
A piece of music I knew so well
But still it makes me stop,
Stop what I am doing
And just listen in harmony,
In harmony to that sound,
That sound that Wolfgang brings,
That Wolfgang always brings,
Always brings to me.
The clarinet sent its sound,
Sent into the ether
And into my heart
Where I succumbed,
Succumbed to its beauty,
Its beauty and wonder.
This is what music can do,
It can take me to that place,
That wonderful place,
That place where life is at peace
And where music rules
With love and compassion,
A world where I would love to be.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2026 01:58
- Comment from author about the poem: Mozarts Clarinet Quintet second movement cam onto the radio and I just had to stop and listen, it is the piece on the attached video.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A lovely place indeed one where music is constantly playing within my head. Nicely written Andy
Yes soren it is a wonderful place. Thank youi for your fine words.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
A fine write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
You let the music hit where it hurts and heals at the same time.
Every note digs in, and you let it carve a quiet home in your chest.
So very true Thomas, thank you.
Andy
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