Nuvole Bianche
These soaring chords of white, these chords that lift
The heart and spirit with their stirring gift
Of simple harmonies and bold refrains,
That energize the measures they sustain
In bright transcending notes of lows and highs,
Which rise in rhapsody and realize
The perfect tone and timbre of the score
To draw from us a deep, resounding chord,
Enchant us with their subtle ebb and flow
That deftly moves within us as it goes,
Surging high and higher, as winds prevail
To carry us aloft, while we avail
Upon cathartic wings of pure delight
To soar in reverie on clouds of white –
*Nuvole Bianche (White Clouds), a piece for solo piano by Ludovico Einaudi
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