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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577742" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Piano Lurched</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Contact was sharp…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I jolted from immediacy of senses torn from mind: <br>Such was I at unawares with you –<br>To strike with Master’s single chord that pounced and caught me blind –<br>Piano, how you lurched and rent me through! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Delightful music welcomed me to drift in quasi-syncope: <br>Soft tranquillo sought to rest my bones –<br>I glided reaching largo; sang with sweet cantabile, and<br>Forte let me in to louder tones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cried with lacrimoso; squirmed when agitato flared; <br>My hearing rang when fingers danced the trill.<br>And so it was, this maestro grand was genius declared –<br>Acting out in music for the thrill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translating pen to piano, this player takes me back thro’ time…<br>In the chamber, fine composers charm: <br>I watch the manic hands of Liszt abound with tunes sublime; <br>Mozart teased my mood with stark alarm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then entered Bach to demonstrate his mathematic flare, <br>Calculating notes supreme of form. <br>And I – the minion audience – sat wanting in my chair, <br>Having heard my idols all perform.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did Darwin’s theory tell at all why Man evolved this way? <br>Why would music help him to survive? <br>But scientific muse had veered my thoughts from this display, and<br>Music called: ‘Just listen - you’re alive! ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The maestro draws conclusion; lets the piano die a death <br>To stand as wood, inert just as before – <br>A pollished casket lined with keys, at calm from naught of breath, <br>Bade me scream: ‘Bravo! ’ and ‘Hail! Encore! ’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wakes the box to dance again with noble works of art: <br>Resurrected; fully primed with zest.<br>Now even I was back to life with reason in my heart –<br>Heightened from the pounding in my chest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009<br>All rights reserved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>music music music music music music music<br>music music music music music music music<br>music music music music music music music<br>music music music music music music music<br>music music music music music music music</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+R+Slaughter">Mark R Slaughter</a><div class=q>
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I jolted from immediacy of senses torn from mind: 
Such was I at unawares with you –
To strike with Master’s single chord that pounced and caught me blind –
Piano, how you lurched and rent me through! 

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