Bach Poems - Poems about Bach

German composer Johann Sebastian Bach - Emotive depth and his “blue notes” were his music’s bedrock. Having fathered twenty children and always on his toes, how did he ever find time to compose?...

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In the first Orchestra rehearsal of the semester, I see the composer's name on the sheets of music handed to me And I know this is going to be immensely fun Playing something by a brilliant composer Who lived hundreds of years ago, yet still thrills Musicians and listeners so many years later Is beyond amazing, it is inspiring! My words in...

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I had the most beautiful musical experience…and it all begins… with a thousand candles and four musicians…one cello and three violins. This string quartet sat on a stage surrounded by candlelight and played music from Bach to the Beatles as day slowly surrendered to night. In a small…intimate setting…before the evening was done… they played everything from Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto...

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BACH JS&JC from a musical dynasty along withJM&JL a quartet so unusual...

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A contrapuntal harmony made from pure singing mathematical light. The music cannot be denied, it flows on like a silk dragon over rolling savanna. The hairs in my ears begin to dance, the notes are calling out prismatic stars, not the ones we see but suns born in the shadowy cells of our own fallen angels....

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The music cannot be denied, it unwinds like an articulated dragon through a metallically ringing void. Then there is the silk serpent hidden in the driving engine the closed-eyed coiling. The hairs in my ears dance; the notes are calling out stars; not the ones we see, but dark stars born in the disheveled rooms of fallen angels....

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Apollo seeks worship. What shall you write to honor love. That ye Sickened may heal. That songs shall speak With lyrics that are truest to there music. Honor ye oh God With harmony and melody. Honor ye father truest To perfection. Ye Apollo's am God And the sounds of reheasted people have made Compositions there priority and duty. Honor ye Apollo as God! With flute, chello, violen, drums,. Trumpets, frenchhorns Opportunity and expression Honor thee. That love,...

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After Christmas comes Boxing Day When mum carts the rubbish away Like one of the boys Dad plays with our toys Day is done; what more can I say?...

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Memories of Bach At 17, I performed a solo ballet to Bach Below a sparkling sky, On a park’s open green grass. The choreography flowed. I was well-rehearsed. The opportunity, special, before Some of our gathered city’s spectators. This genius: Bach. This glorious cantata: “Jesu,]oy of Man’s Desiring.” And, I, the young ballerina, Wrapped very Grecian-like in an ivory, silk tunic, Stepping...

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When you’re far away, In another place, Your heart is lonely, Life is meaningless, The room is empty. If you’re abroad, From east to west, There’s culture shock, You’re a stranger. Get back where You belong. There’s no Place like Home....

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Playing Bach to Calm the Mind and Soul I miss my piano soon I will buy a piano and resume playing the piano I like playing Bach the most it clams my mind and my soul as I loose myself playing the music getting into it with my body and soul as the music transport me deep within calming my soul...

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it's a mistake i say as my brain tries to wake me aided by an added alarm though with a charming melody this only keeps me choosing and pressing me to press snooze which i do over and over and over again beginning again and again my melodic alarm soon only looping never ending as is forever be ginning and becoming turning into a kind of din as if the turn table plays the records stuck the re cords stuck t he records stuck s c ...

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The Drum's Of Fun, Violin's Greet. And Organ's Lift, Sounds Part Does, Please From Bach To Talk Future's In Score. Loves Stream Achieves, Our Victories Turn!...

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Lute Curved, inviting, light, it has the look of antique ships, a galleon bulge of straight-grained woods. Fretful cat-gut cords coiled taut by silver screws above the calibrated neck conceal a thousand foot-pound pirouette. Child of Sirocco and Spain, veils, fans, brocade, and lace, olive, vine, and orange surprise, its plangent sound irrigates the moonlit air peeks through black-eyed jalousies. Dowland, Cutting and our solid Bach crocheted arabesques of...

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Johann Sebastian Bach Found that bread gave him creative spark He would eat a whole ciabatta Then knock off a fugue and toccata YOUR BEST QUATRAIN Poetry Contest...

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