The Magic Is Gone Now
My father
died 4 years ago
He was a
fine pianist
and the music of Debussy
flowed from his fingers
The music took
me on a mental
journey
Took me to France and Spain
in my imagination
Debussy felt the beauty of all of nature
well up inside him
and expressed in the gorgeous sounds
he created
No long will I hear "Moonlight" and "The Sunken Cathedral"
on my father's Steinway
Every time I hear those pieces performed
I feel a wave of sadness
overcome me
Sadness combined with joy and great respect
for the magic of Debussy which I have known
and which my late father knew how to express in sound
6/1/2014
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