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Simple light games of Solitaire,
with Heifetz on Bach from Echo,
sweet and joyful notes arranged
in patterns of sound so pleasing;
Simple striking rays of day's new dawn,
my arms outstretched in open yawn,
fresh dew's sweetly scented morning air,
the window sun upon her hair;
Simple days again reset and fresh,
bathroom burps with chirps enmesh.
Would more days could begin this way,
soft memories of yesterday.
I have several newer of quality,
But I suspect, my favorite is still
that old violin of mine:
antique, though not especially valuable...unless
one takes all into account—the sensuous caresses,
countless waxing, mending
and restringing over the years--
The imagined Heifetz and Mozart
I have thrilled
in the packed halls of my musical
heart. Oh, not to suggest that I
think myself a virtuoso to anyone
but myself and others less critical
who hear me...for a spirit
in tune makes us all Concert Masters
and great lovers….
If I a bare fisted foot that a layered leaf once left undisturbed but amongst the rising becomes a glow and fortress is a finger roll and rolling is a non adventurous activity in a nine metre road. But no roadworks. They are mainly dependent upon corrosive erosive sealant. And many a glance or glare from a twisted turtle head could almost be forgiven for a sub consciousness riot is often a forefront in a non moving pawn game. Stagnant are those who watch am eclipse upside down. I am a Heidelberg Heifetz herlump but maybe a justification of heuristic heiferlump. I am unsure as to which prison I am currently visiting but working us waiting and waiting is a turbulent torrent of a torrid display. Merely an astronaut could fly this path. Really? Really? An opulent society is a dug grave waiting. No ha to that. But a bursting angle is an angled angel angling. Ha to that. Now spin. Yes. Spin. Horticultural herrod bar. Hum...hmmm.
when you hear these two
Fritz Kreisler Jascha Heifetz
all others fall short
Piano trio in d minor
Arensky says
Heifetz says
“I love you”
In his playing
There is an edge
Exciting!
Leading!
An edge I’m certain
He is unaware
It sculps the tree
Plumbs the wood depth
Finds the time opened pores
Then speaks from within
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