Rachmaninoff Poems - Poems about Rachmaninoff

...Serge Rahmaninoff abot of a 'musical 'toff Despite a versatile reportoire from Russia was compelled to retire......

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... Grand Piano Exquisite For my soul a true delight Anticipation rising for the pianist to arrive Upon his stool so comfortable flexed fingers and closed eyes No music sheet ......

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...It is sonorous blue velvet, a mitten with a thousand invisible fingers. A concerto for dyslexic mystics. The composer peeks nervously at the listeners then rips open his uttering heart until blo......

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...Traveling over an ocean to the New world a symphony slowly grew and Burst upon America as the New World, Composer left an imprint quality new volume Anton or Antonín or perhaps Anthony Dvorák. ......

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... There's a spot on the horizon In the ripple of the sun Where railway lines and stanchions fuse And merge, becoming one. I was staring from the platform When a distant dot appeared. It grew ......

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...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uqZhnqHMAg The orchestra strains to be symphonic --- a bee in a tin box. Cigar smoke thunders, molecules of sound wilt only to be dialed up through brass lungs......

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...Unlike your Mr Asimov Whom I hear likes Rachmaninoff My limericks are clean the point clear to be seen Perhaps he drinks too much Smirnoff! Spelling used is how the man spelt his......

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...TANGLEWOOD AS THERAPY Tanglewood untangled me, took my breath away each moment of Sibelius, Mahler, Rachmaninoff sweet violins, trumpets, kettle drums, cellos, fire mixed with wind, echoing wi......

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...In wild joy nothing matters but the feeling of seeing sunlight crafting colours in eyes that, they say, don't see too good, sun coloured fairies dance a beautiful dance, joined by softly s......

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...I rise at the center of... Is it a room? This is a face. There is motion, too fast, too clamorous. Cryptic and opaque. Shapes shift into my field of view. Recognize! The message spoken ends in ......

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...The lean old men in my vicinity wake to find themselves a day older then turn away from the mirror to reflect on their miserable circumstance. Then they masque their decay with cologne, snap on ......

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...Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa His striped tie has a green tint color And his hands are dark and bulging with blood. I can see them gripping the steering wheel like parrot talons. I can see from all......

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...It's one of those moments, the guy in you grabs the micro starts talking on and on; mine is often sarcastic, from high school to career, spinning around the questions starting with why, no escape fro......

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...had her parents forced her into it like so many do, then she might still be a virtuoso, that is true, however, to see a kid make for themselves a hobby into a skill, just because they want to, is......

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...play with hands piano Rachmaninoff song......

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