Sunday, March 21, 2010

A poem about music

Another etude dances through the air
Reminding me that you aren't there.

More ballades with their rhyme and beat
Chopin's opi seem less sweet.

I sing with the canta's sweeping note
The bitter melody catches in my throat.

A Baroque capri floats lively and free
But there is little comfort in't for me.

The sonata's wandering fantasy tones
But I still feel your loss in my bones.

A suite can liven my sorrowful heart
But in it I feel no depth of art.

The dulcet nocturne evokes the night
When I fight the tears with all my might.

Schumann's tocatta taps out a tune
this bittersweet music tells me it's too soon.

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