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Force and joy fill up my mind a thoughtful, strict and pleasant sense It rules me springing like a hind it’s sweet and soft while strangely tense. It speaks the things I cannot say it tells a tale of joy and woe it speaks of sorrow, sings of play it’s fast, melodious, firm and slow. It orders all my life’s affairs it scales my mind’s confusing stairs it covers all the universe it drives and lifts me and my verse. | ||||||||||||||
 | haleløs | 2015-06-27 16:32:04 |
doesn't really tell wether the poet is actively playing the piano - or just listening to cd or radio?
sincerely ...
sincerely ...
| haleløs | 2015-06-28 07:26:06 |
I'm going to advice against
more music
unless sitting down
or lying flat
You must have been
completely
dislocating
mad
;)
more music
unless sitting down
or lying flat
You must have been
completely
dislocating
mad
;)
| Poetry Writer | 2015-06-28 07:57:14 |
:) :) :)
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the essence of the Bach-effect;
while walking in the woods around
I felt the music's holy sound
It seemed the sounds did lift the world
dancing like a dervish whirled
upward holding fast my hand
leading me to orchards grand
These orchards were the very same
where once I did a certain name
repeat with longing and delight
throughout the lonely summer night
In these orchards also I
did fight and dislocate my thigh
I wept and gained the upper hand
the angel's blessing on my land
Mere humble listening brought me here
to see the summit of the sphere
I wonder where these sounds and sights
did first enchant the lunar nights