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Toccata and Fugue in D Minor

It begins with a sky-split cry—
a blade of wind slicing the stillness,
gulls scattering like torn pages
as the sea holds its breath.
Then comes the first thunderstroke,
not from clouds, but from below—
the ocean remembering its anger.

The sea begins to speak in tongues—
lightning dances across the waves.
The ocean surges, climbs the wind,
rising in spiraled towers of spray—
a mind

Categories: classical music, music, nature, ocean, storm,
Form: Free verse

Classical Music

Softly the notes of a piano
     begin to play 
as evening dusk falls gently 
like a quiet bird 
          in the night sky 

Mutant suns of long ago 
still haunting

Categories: classical music, appreciation, music,
Form: Free verse

Eight Classical Music Cats

Once we had eight cats 
Who loved classical music,
As I discovered 
One day as they sat 
Meowing on my carpet, 
Watching my TV…  

Listening as one, 
Then another, classical
Music piece was played. 

W.C.Hull © 2020-12-5-H1425-
2535-I52-K52-3-L59-3

Categories: classical music, cat,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Little Girl In Grey

Dark. 
Grey. 
Rain hits the earth making everything glisten despite the lack of light. 
One dim street lamp lights the spot where she stands. 
Curls. 
Perfect. 
Spiraling down her back, despite, or perhaps because of, the water in the air. 
Pink. 
Bright. 
Aberrant. 
Not a thing about this child says she should be here, and

Categories: classical music, art, child, color, emotions,
Form: Imagism

Classical Music Tchaisky's the Nutcracker

The time of year I will listen
To a classic music by Tchaisky
I enjoy the music of the Nutcracker
My eyes closed feeling the music
Feeling the flow of the tune


This music makes me feel 
Like I am dancing across 
     the room
With my dance partner 
The Nutcracker
In a ballet dance theme
Of the Nutcracker

Categories: classical music, christmas, music,
Form: Imagism

Classical Music

Sure not a snotty type but love classical music
It's so soothing and extremely hypnotic 
Though not a snob
Mozart makes me throb
If you could see me now, I'm wearing a tunic

Categories: classical music, class,
Form: Limerick

Classical Music

Folks more sophisticated than me might say I ain't got no couth, I suppose,

But I ain't a fan of Bach, Liszt and Mozart nor the music they compose!

Spare me the screechin' violins, growlin' cellos and twitterin' piccolos,

The rumblin' bassoons, the thunderin' timpani and the odious oboes!

Seems the woodwinds, strings, brass and percussion do their own

Categories: classical music, humorous, music,
Form: Rhyme

Classical Music

Shout, scream out!
No! Feel the voice
Verbose lyric, hyperbole!
No! Feel the words of song
Truly feel the depth with no wrong
Melt the berg of grief among
the happiness group and belong
a cheerful kingdom

-November 07, 2018 Chattogram

Categories: classical music, how i feel, music,
Form: Free verse

Classical Music

Not a snotty type but love classical music
It's soothing and extremely therapeutic
Though I'm not a snob
Mozart makes me throb
If you could see me now, I'm wearing a tunic

Categories: classical music, music,
Form: Limerick

Classical Music and True Love

I fell down the stairs,

Categories: classical music, absence, anger, betrayal, devotion,
Form: Free verse

Classical Music

I'm in the mood for Mozart, or Strauss, perhaps Beethoven,
   Even Bach or Handel would soothe this soul of mine tonight;
     A little Chopin with wine, peaceful and mesmerizing the sound,
         Majestic and serene, spiritual and sensual, magical, haunting.

Always changing, sometimes

Categories: classical music, music,
Form: Verse

The Sap of Classical Music

From the root, the sap rises up into the artist,
Flows through him, flows to his eye.
Activated by the force of the current, 
He conveys his vision into his work.
 
He stands at a fixed place as the trunk of the tree
He does nothing other than gather
And pass on what rises from the depths 
Neither he

Categories: classical music, art, music,
Form: Free verse

After An Evening of Indian Classical Music...

This little man,
This shake of hair and shoulder life.
A smile, a grin on the last improvised beat.

This finger wonder,
palms retreat with a snap
as the santoor speaks

This collage, this voice
a million men in two
The tabla aches to begin
Shall we listen hard my friend?

Categories: classical music, happiness, imagination, life, music,
Form: I do not know?