You look at the page and are baffled,
All you see are straight lines
And on these lines are dots and circles.
What is it?
What does it mean?
Is it a code that needs to be broken?
Some secret message that needs translating?
The one who can translate it appears
And then all is revealed
As the dots on the page are transformed,
Transformed into the sound of the masters.
It could be Bach or Beethoven,
Mozart or Glass,
But this code is transformed
Into the glory and wonder of music.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The magic of music.
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The magic indeed - where would we be without it?
Indeed. Thank you Michael.
A fine write G. But it won't be...Schoppenhauser - or some similar name, who some say is ghastly! Surname starts with S. You've called hell-fire down on him before - well almost!
You mean Stockhausen.
Question to Sir Thomas Beecham:
"Have you played any Stockhausen?"
reply
"No but I have often trodden in some!"
So lovely! And it really does seem like a secret code sometimes. Well written!
Thank you S7, much appreciated.
A day without music is a day lost . Except for Beethoven .
Why Beethoven? But certainly you are right about a day without music is a day lost.
Beethoven wrote music while he was deaf . Even played the piano and conducted orchestras .
Loved it!
Thank you rr, much appreciated.
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