Wednesday, 26 March 2014
Music In My Soul
Today somehow can't get my favourite music out of my head
Had rather a long stretch morning of ironing,
but can't do anything like that, without my favourite composers
Don't know how I got it done...but I did every single piece of it
So I started with Beethoven and finished with Tchaikovsky
With the dulcet tones of Beethoven, such sweet melodious sounds
But just couldn't my teeth into it, needed something to get my blood going...
So Tchaikovsky found its way, on to my music deck ...
And from the first note, I was electrified, not literally you know,
So I started with Swan Lake...immediately it fired my brain ...
As I ironed the old boys shirts ...I was on cloud nine
I ironed on and on, and in my mind, I was waltzing
To that beautiful music Swans Lake's.......
By the time, little swans came in.
I was dancing with my iron.
That iron was gliding over those shirts, effortlessly
I must say, on and on it went... ironed shirts sheets
Even nick, nicks there was no stopping me ...
By the time the Hungarian dance came in
I was floating, floating on a cloud... each note was ecstasy
Each beat, like the beating of my heart
As I stopped and stood there conducting,
The Spanish dance came in.
And so I danced and conducted in turn..
By now my blood's on fire.
As I danced and danced with my iron.
And then the mazurka came in ...and I was lost, lost in time
I had these crazy feelings running through me,
Must say tears spilling out
The euphoria the manic euphoria inside of me
As I danced on and on..I smell burning..oh bugger.
I burned the old boys shirt ...
But what the hell ... it matters not...his got plenty others
So I danced ironed and danced... my heart feels so full
By the throbbing, sounds, going through me
As I remember Papa saying, darling feel, just feel the music,
As he was trying to teach me ...
Now I think and say ... I do Papa I really do.
It feels as if my heart bursting
With happiness to the majestic sounds of Tchaikovsky
Always has this effect on me..
By Connie James
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I too feel very lucky to have grown up in the same household...Some days I think I can hear the music that Papa played and the music he made us play. Now that I'm a grown women do I realize how magical it all was.
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