Marieta Maglas

(19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)

**The piano chords**********


You play the piano chords
In this sonata as well as
In the music of Prokofiev,
Emphatically catching the music's mood.
Fingers seem to stick the keys
And the keys seem to direct the fingers,
When the thumbs move under them.
You both look like a single being,
In together.
The piano seemingly breaks the sounds.
They penetrate my soul,
Searching for the necessary words.
I understand the story of your feelings.

Dedicated to Richard Clayderman

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Submitted: Sunday, July 04, 2010
Edited: Saturday, December 17, 2011

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