Music

Unexpected were his hands Not long- fingered, slender of bone and white But strong and broad as would a hammer wield Not a bow, and grace the slender neck of violin But then, with deftness born of dedication Mercurial, on fretless string and bow With intimacy of magician with his wand Unerringly, those hands began to play. Naturally, swiftly, the notes rippled like the brook Tumbling, skipping, laughing, crying’  pleas So nimble were those hands a-now To me they were as fairies in a dance. His magic touches me – my mind my heart As I and his music were enjoined as one And I not of earthy stuff was made, but of music too, Nor was I in the …

Come let’™s play We’™ll run through valleys ‘“ with the rivulets that run in excited expectation of things to come Of rivers wide and solemn, sedate and slow Of waters falling in thunderous roar Of sails pirouetting in the wind in joyous fantasy. Of gulls calling with outstretched wing in an ecstasy of life and living We’™ll fly with the kite plunge and soar and on an eagle wing skim-touch a cloud floating over majestically All this on wings of sound of bow and string and heart beat racing to catch the beat

Take my hand I’™ll carry you on wings of sound to a place you’™ve never been before where raindrops each within them have a rainbow and a shaft of light where clouds, rimmed with gold and silver hang in a bluer sky Where sun and rain at once do light a godly place of deep delight nor ever thought could be so bright as in this magic place The glory of the morning’™s rise the joy of green within the eyes then ending ‘“ when deep silence comes ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  return once more to mundane times.

Just to light the way God lights the darkly night with stars Just to show the way From time to time He sends an angel down to earth so man will wonder and say Can a human reach such heights Just from time to time Man’™s puny side awakes to glory in a sight or sound that’™s not of this world but comes from a heart that has learned a thing from angels Is Heaven-sent to lift a human’™s heart and mind to heights of wonder To say’  This is of heaven surely – not of man Just from time to time Just to show the way. *’  *’  * Igor Tchetuev played Chopin’™s First Piano Concerto receiving 1st Prize’  …

A sometimes thing Elevating’  Refreshing’  Real Spoken things change reality Colours freshen Air comes clean and cool Like kisses – but there’™s no touch Only eyes touch eyes And smiles touch smiles We talk of things exciting, pleasing Sounds of music reveal a life within a life Reveal a certain love