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Piano Music [repost from 8/99, and this is how it is.....and was]
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Piano Music [repost from 8/99, and this is how it is.....and was] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Piano Music The music, the music, oh the music plays on dancers swirling, twirling, from dusk to dawn amidst twinkling, sparkling starlight strong and the music, oh, the music, the music plays on. At the grand piano sits a young, fine man a younger girl, lovely, and his devoted fan watches, enraptured, as the ivories his fingers kiss his playing becomes to her, sweet, sheer bliss. The music, the music, oh the music plays on dancers swirling, twirling, from dusk to dawn amidst twinkling, sparkling starlight strong and the music, oh, the music, the music plays on. Oh the piano player plays with such great delight the evening lasts forever, and long past midnight, the dawning rays come pink to the young girl's cheek the music's entrancement she will forever seek. The music, the music, oh the music plays on dancers swirling, twirling, from dusk to dawn amidst twinkling, sparkling starlight strong and the music, oh, the music, the music plays on. The piano player, his fingers were nimble and strong he dipped and stroked the milk white keys as if they belonged to no other lover, neither now, nor then, and the middle aged woman quivers, remembering when... The music, the music, oh the music played on for dancers swirling, twirling, from dusk to dawn amidst twinkling, sparkling starlight strong and the music, oh, the music, the music played on. In the memory of the old maiden's loving mind "if the music lives in your heart, you'll forever be mine," the piano player gone, the sweet sad words he wrote... she will always recall this, the piano player's notes. The music, the music, oh the music plays on dancers swirling, twirling, from dusk to dawn amidst twinkling, sparkling starlight strong and the music, oh, the music, the music plays on. The old maiden sighs, her breathing becomes light once again a girl under the candlelabra's lights, golden haired, beautiful, with pink tinged cheeks listening for her piano player, his music she seeks. The music, the music, oh the music plays on dancers swirling, twirling, from dusk to dawn amidst twinkling, sparkling starlight strong and the music, oh, the music, the music long gone. ©KRJ 28 August, 1999 |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Kari, this was on the second page without any replies, I can't believe it. Anyway I'm the first to reply and that is something that brings a smile to me, and I hope to you too. So which is todays lucky superlative, I'll have a litle rumage in my bag and. Voila, todays superlative is incandescent. Kari this is INCANDESCENT, this truly glows with light, it really is a triumph love, a real beauty. And yes I love this one too. This work of yours is getting better all the time, and since it was already best it's way ahead of the game. I could envision all of this love, you have written this with such skill, and talent.  (Now hows that for an in depth critique )Take care Majestic Marsha Take back the hope you gave,- I claim Only a memory of the same Robert Browning |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Karilea* This is woven like a fine piece of silk...so very beautiful and flowing, one of your finest...I'm very thankful that you chose to repost this one...so now I can add it to my library and listen to the music over and over again~ |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Marsha, when people see "repost" they sometimes pass it by...some already remember...some only want to see "new"...YOU...well, not that you are easy to please, because you are not...you are quite particular, this I know...so thank you my friend for coming in to read...and to enjoy this with me, as it has been one of my favorites, and was inspired by two wonderful people here in Passions, many months ago, when I was quite new to it all...and thank you... Holly, sometimes I think your words are spun from spider's silk...always so beautiful to behold...and be held by...you, my little one, know only what you see, and comment on how it makes you feel, and that is what keeps you so special to us all...thank you... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
This is sooooo good - the line repetition - makes it so musical - I love it.! |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Kari, when you were quite new love, Oh my, now doesn't that show you. Just as I was saying streets ahead of the game love. This truly is wonderful. Although I really can't understand people not coming to gaze on beauty. After all they wouldn't pass Michaelangelos' David because they'd seen it before, or would they. Oh well they don't know what they are missing, I wouldn't willingly pass by. (And it is really incandescent )Take care Majestic Marsha Take back the hope you gave,- I claim Only a memory of the same Robert Browning |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Oh, how I love the piano...... "Always be a first rate version of your self instead of a second rate version of someone else." Marilyn Monroe |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Mr. Yeats, this piece likes me to, over and over and over again...thank you... Marsha, your English phrases are charismatic...I love reading your comments, they always transport me 'cross the pond...thank you!... Irish, I do too, and one of these days, my piano and I are going to become reacquainted....thank you.... |
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