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"Music is the effort we make to explain to ourselves how our brains work. We Listen to Bach transfixed because this is listening to a human mind." -Lewis Thomas

player

lightly dancing fingers on the hands so
delicately cared for- long and slender, bony,
strong, and soft they carress the keys
bringing forth the sweetest melody that
I have ever heard! arms keeping the
time for the melodic fingers, the head
matching in conjuction with the
violinist so that they are together-
the bower's sound, rich.

Antonin Dvorak is my favourite composer, his music moves my soul like few others can (Chopin being one of them). He inspired me to write two poems, only one of which I can find at the moment. I'll get the other up as soon as I find it.

He knows.
Knows exactly how to draw
it out-- not harsh and dramatic
like Beethoven or Wagner, but sweet,
full of emotion. He pulls
it out from the very core,
the center of your being on a long, wet
string covered in big, drippy drops.
Knows exactly how you want
to feel and will gently force you to experience
that painful pleasure: taking the dew
covered string and showing
you the truth. He's not afraid
of forcing your desires on you.
The longing, loving, exciting high-- not
harsh or hurtful as Wagner or B-- as well
as the empty sadness, wet face from fear.