Sunday Afternoon
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Tchaikovsky Serenade for Strings in C Major
On this rainy day
we walk
downtrodden
with our eyes reflecting the grey of the sky
and our rain-stained shirts showing
the journeys we've made to come here.
We are weary
of this, that, and the other thing
and we seek leave of life and what is real.
In this place,
melodies and harmonies,
cadenzas and triads
make time slow
to a whisper of
knowing merely that
it is there.
I think this is a place where
I'd like to spend my days
with the time merely passing
in a downfall of
music to my ears.
Here, the rain is gone and
we can let our rain-stained clothes dry
with the horizon of the next crescendo.
Our thoughts are stolen and replaced by a
quick-witted melody,
too fast for us to comprehend but
steady enough for us to admire
in all its devilish glory.
Our minds are filled with images
one after another
life being lived to its utmost and
sunshine fills our eyes
pushing out the grey
that reflected the outside world.
As the last note fills out the hall
and applause swallows up the echoes
we see that
we belong here
and I see that
this is where I want to be.
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utagirl-
Wow!
This piece is beautiful!
I love how you described things that seemed a little gloomy in the beggining(shirts with rain on them, the grey sky) and then by the end, you said, "sunshine fills our eyes, pushing out the grey that reflected the outside world." I thought it was great how it seemed that listening to the music made everyone happier.
This piece also flowed very well.
Fantastic Job!
;)
Here that?
Exactly. I hear nothing. But when I read this piece, I hear everything.
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