The ghost of Chopin

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The notes elude me, fly away
Whirling in the air, just out of reach
Teasing me, elegant and sleek
I’m a jilted lover, to my dismay

I yearn for preludes and enchanting melodies
Soft sonatas, mazurkas, a stellar musical score
Alas,
The benevolent ghost of Chopin whispers to me
that
The poor man’s George Sand is all I can ever hope for

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30 thoughts on “The ghost of Chopin

  1. I love how you’ve written this! My odd mind thought of the show Heros; in one of the seasons there was a girl that had a power which allowed her to see music/noise as color. And ❀ Chopin!! Was just talking with Pepperann about him as a matter of fact. His Nocturnes are what I play at times when I write!

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    1. I’ve never watched Heroes so I wouldn’t know about that reference, but I love the idea of “music as colours”. And Chopin: one of the greats – my favourite pianist and composer for sure. Another thing we have in common πŸ™‚

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  2. Beautifully expressed. Though I had to use Google to take help (pardon my limited knowledge of French artists) but reading it again made complete sense and sounded relatable πŸ˜€
    Wonderful imagery of notes painted by the lovely play of words πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you so very much, I can’t even begin to tell you what this means to me as I’m such a fan of your writing…your poetry is simply wonderful and you have an incredible way with words so…yes, your comment means a lot to me. Thank you!

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