It wasn't Lorin Mazel, of course,
how lucky can one get, I ask.
Some wanker from the provinces
he stepped up to the plate.
Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra!
You cannot go beyond, above.
And here I am, so far from home
a couple tears roll down my cheeks,
it's Johann Strauss and company.
It cuts too deep, and hurts no more
than music ever was designed
to do, and after all, I am just me.
This poem reminds me of the sensitivity we as poets share within ourselves! Nicely written Herbert! I wish I was there to enjoy that experience! LSP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the sort of poem I wish you would do every day. Just lovely, Herbert! Raynette