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) (
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- 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
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Comments7
It's amazing what music can do to us. 🌹
It certainly is Teddy and it has happened to me all my life.
Andy
Good write Gold. But still deriding Stockhausen? lol.
Thanks Orchi. Yes very true.
Genius sometimes creeps up on you, fine write
It certainly does Norman, thank you.
Andy
most welcome friend
A lovely poem of tribute to a great composer many of his compositions I enjoy. Nicely said my friend.
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
You are very welcome Andy
Music soothes and also helps relieve stress. It’s a great way to relax
Very true Nafisa, thank you.
Andy
Chopin has touched so many lives and so many generations.
It certainly has Rik, thank you.
Andy
Never heard much Chopin. But the Theme to 'Once upon a Time in the West' by Ennio Morricone is Sublime . Also anything by John Barry.
Good Write.
Yes Kevin they are both great composers.
Andy
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