Stephan Grappelli
I remember seeing Stephan Grappelli,we bought tickets, they were good seats too.
You held my hand, we were in love,
you said you were and I believed.
It seems so long ago, perhaps it is
I still have the program with his autograph
I just don't listen to him anymore,
it made me sad when I heard he'd died.
I took you to the ballet but I could tell
that you were bored, I stored up memories
of racing down draughty corridors
the orchestra playing, you scored bars.
So here it is, a winter night, sorting through,
all the programs. One night at the opera,
one rainy afternoon at a matinee,
the band playing in the park, sweet love
Memories and pictures a moment lost,
I went to church today to play the organ,
it had pipes and bellows and all I heard
were echoes of Stephan Grappelli in concert.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2013-11-24 at 19:31
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