Nostalgia
we knock upon silence
for an answering music
Lu Chi
It has one name but many meanings,
Changing with time as he has, though
Some will always define him - an adagio
Of Albinoni that will forever be playing
At her funeral, Debussy's Clair de Lune
She practiced for thirty years and never
Believed she had mastered, the gentle
Sweet opening movement of Beethoven's
Für Elise that he played at recital to say
Without saying he loved her. The song
He would write for her but never could,
Hearing the words but not the notes.
How nostalgia is part the way it was
And part regret, and always the music.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-08-11 at 14:12
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