Max Richter.

Goldfinch60



I just don't understand,

Am I listening to nothing?

The notes are there

Softly created by the instruments,

But is there a tune?

I listen and the harmony is there,

Sailing through the ether

Into my body and soul,

Why should I like it?

It is like a drug though,

I just cannot get enough of it.

It stirs my soul,

Takes my Spirit to places,

Places it and I have never been.

So many different types of music

Is mine to enjoy,

But I keep on coming back

To the solace that I get from this composer,

This new composer I have found,

This man called Max Richter.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 7th, 2017 01:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is the second poem about Max Richter that I have written recently. There is just something about him that moves me.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 43
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  • orchidee

    Another fine write G. Any music in 1066?!

    • Goldfinch60

      Only the scream of the sirens coming to pick up Harold!

      • Michael Edwards

        Even the NHS couldn't help him. Makes me want to listen to more of his music him again - Max Richter that is.

      • swingline

        The music captures the horror and devastation of Sarajevo The high pitched wail of sorrow and despair .

      • ShannonXx

        Nice write with great description

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Shannon, most kind.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Such a wonderful use of musical instruments in the number by Max Richter - thanks for the introduction to a deep experience G.

          • Goldfinch60

            My complements Fay, there is certainly something about him that reaches into my Spirit.

          • Louis Gibbs

            Haunting, powerful, captivating piece of music. Thanks for sharing. And your fine poem does it complete justice, Goldfinch!

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Louis, he really speaks to me.

          • Augustus

            I can hear why.



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