A Man Is Playing Beethoven
In a huge open field,
lay the pristine new snow;
and beyond a mountain view.
The sky is a cloudless blue,
and no footsteps can be seen;
in the vast open space of white.
Yet, a grand piano stands,
in this place of no footsteps;
where a man is playing Beethoven.
For me . . .
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November 25, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/A Man Playing Beethoven
Copyright Protected, ID 11-438-307-25
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
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