Pianoforte Poems - Poems about Pianoforte

...Pour passion through your keys Play classic chords with ease Pianoforte loud Pianissimo soft Panoply of grand scores Partial to Debussy Perfect performance, clap! 9/14......

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...When all the noises around me are still, I most clearly hear the voices in my head It is then I experience the ultimate thrill. Of melodies churning in my mind until They find pleas......

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...YIN AND YANG They had so much in common; they made the perfect match. She was his ideal woman, he was a perfect catch. He played the pianoforte, she played the violin. A duet m......

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...Elegant portico columns, fireplace frame Fronting tasteful, demure white walls Rich browns -- pianoforte, armchair Muted ostentation, classicism bespoken -- the eye startled, struck by the clear......

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...What remains when gratitude for learning totally evaporates? I don't know... Totalitarian senility, maybe? I guess I don't understand the source of your question, dear. Do you feel less gra......

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...A rich rusty old screw on an escalator in a shopping centre can never really be as exact as a tidal wave forming with over fifty prawns playing in an elevator. For elevators are really lifts and lift......

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...One two three pea leap. Wow. A slip knot is neither a sleep nor a striped strap. But stealing from an arsenal area is not a wonderful idea is it really? Well come on....is it? Best keep quiet then an......

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...Twenty six metres of a thunderous clap multiplied by an octave divided by an individual sunrise equals the power of a dusky sky dome. When the exact position of a cat is on an angle always use the vi......

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...Twenty six metres of a thunderous clap multiplied by an octave divided by an individual sunrise equals the power of a dusky sky dome. When the exact position of a cat is on an angle always use the vi......

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...“Go west young man”, the neighbors said; but they wisely stayed at home. From pianoforte to pianoforte, saloon to saloon, town to town I roam. Surrounded by Phillistines, “soiled doves”, cowpokes, an......

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...Tenderly the ivory keys call to me. Their vibrating octaves like different voices soft and hypnotic, drawing from me the deepest yearning of my heart overtaking my senses....helpless against its......

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...Plainly speaking four legged Oron not an instrument of torture a littl......

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...I built a house for Harmony with twine and polished tree, with bricks of black and ivory: four score and five plus three. The hammered home I made for her had ne'er been built before: its roo......

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...Sans a symphony And no opera for for he, Each day he would play His pianoforte, Note perfectio his only way. Tribute to Chopin......

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