The oboe’s sibilant sound slowly rose,
Rose through the depths of the orchestra.
Its sound changed as it morphed into a clarinet,
The beauty of the notes rising into the ether,
Bringing beauty into my world once again.
Music from the man who caresses me,
Caresses me with the wonder of his world.
The sound goes on,
Changing constantly,
As the mind of this wonderful man
Beautified the world with music.
Lost to us early in his life
Yet his music will go on,
Echoing through my life,
And through all life,
Until we meet in eternity.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Once more music stops me, Mozart's Serenade No 10 for Winds (Gran Partita) third movement came on the radio and I was transformed into ecstasy.
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Wonderful write and pic Gold. You remember us getting out our lyres, harps, zithers, cornets, sackbuts (what are they exactly) thousands of years ago?! And even today some or all of them still played?
Thank you Orchi.
Your memory is starting to fail you, do you not remember sitting around that new fangled fire, blowing through animal bones to make a noise - your singing should remind you of them it was very much the same.
I used to play the Bumbulum - I still do on windy nights much to the annoyance of the family. We could form A duo Orchi.
He sure left a legacy and a large one at that - enjoyed the write and music Andy.
Thank you Michael.
Sir Thomas Beecham once said "in any music as long as you get the first note and the last note right the rest does not matter - except with Mozart where every note matters"
Mozart is my favourite composer and I have all his recordings three times over.
Beautiful write to beautiful music Andy.
Thank you AP, most kind.
You're welcome Andy, most deserving.
Truly a Master, wonderful work G. ww
Thank you ww, he surely was.
I can always hear the music more intelligently when you describe it Goldfinch!
Thank you Lorna, you are so kind.
I'm working on a poem your love of music inspired...... on the lighter side ...... let's see if I can get it done......
Music. Enough said.
Wonderful depiction Finch.
Thank you Nicholas, much appreciated.
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