Sandra Feldman


Piano Concertos


This week,
My head is filled,
With Rachmaninoff,
I have his piano concertos,
Playing in my head,
They push me forward,
Help me get ahead,
Help me stay alive,
In an ugly world,
Of Love, deprived,

I go around humming,
The great melodies,
All those that are near,
Think I have lost my mind
And therefore they fear,
My 'contagious desease':
To Love Music, Art
And Live as I please.

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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  • Veteran Poet - 3,016 Points Khairul Ahsan (10/21/2013 9:52:00 AM)

    'And therefore they fear,
    My 'contagious desease':
    To Love Music, Art
    And Live as I please.'
    Good to have this kind of disease! :)
    When will be the concertos? (Report) Reply

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