Music is a universal language that speaks to each of our souls. In all of my life, I have never someone whose heart cannot be reached through music. I started my study of music via classical music at a very young age. This is sort of a look at that:
Musical Afterthoughts by Michael Romani The careful listener in the concert hall Finds music surrounded in silence after all If we wish to see music at it's very best We will feel the silence as it rests Touch-Me-Not Mozart Is an afterthought of art Balancing solemn reflection Undeniably caught within its insinuation The alpha and omega are met in this feeling Immediacy and relevance are sort of a double dealing Each of these striking a different mood Neither wishing to ever intrude Enjoying half a spill of cabernet As we casually listen to the maestro play The source of the beginning is felt within the rest Breathed in - if you would feel it best The musician throws off the chains Excluding the outer world that restrains He merges into that ultimate silence That exist beyond the strings of his violin With a peculiar sense of blue serenity He springs from sublime heights Until like Icarus over the sea He falls from the sun into darkest night Summoning the ethereal beyond human concerns The musician and composer feels the eternal burn There in the moments of clever paradox Are the exotic notes that jest as these talk Irregular in their compulsive determination These are the things that stir the imagination Eighteenth century tonal balance and phrasing Are defined by their thematic and symmetrical placing Chaos shimmers through a veil of order Seriousness and playfulness overlap in their disorder Loving music means embracing fleeting moments Infinitely finite in the notes' pleasurable torments (c) August 16, 2018 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
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