Digits dashing daringly
Plucking snippets of serenity,
Whispers of passion past,
Horses prancing merrily.
Tinkering tenderly
Wrists poised aloft
He draws forth
Two-tone tonality.
Moulding each movement
Sculpting subtle melody
Pianist piano lover
Lucid lush vitality.
Did you dream Mozart, Liszt & Bizet
Of such mastery?
Focused featherlight gaze,
Harmonic exquisitry?
In those fingers dwelt
A man’s heart expressed,
Loving touch piano-felt,
Soul musicality.
© 2011 Pollyanna Darling
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To appreciate the dazzling soul-felt brilliance of Vladimir Horowitz, treat yourself to Mozart’s Sonata in C Major or Chopin Mazurka.
Sorry. Hate the poem. Listening to Horowitz in Moscow. Googled and came here. Hate the poem. Much too obvious. Too elaborate, is that an english word? No extra value.
Well, you are entitled to hate it, although hate is rather a strong word for something so ephemeral as a poem. I wrote it when I was doing a 120 day writing challenge. I’m not overly fond of it either! But everyone loves the photos (it’s the most visited post on the whole blog). Who’da thought????
Well, I rather like the poem.
Why thank you Marilyn! x