Words written in 2006
May well apply in 2009.
Noise from fireworks
reaches crescendo
and I play my music...
a Piano Concerto.
What could be finer
than a Fugue in D Minor?
Still fireworks reverberate.
I listen to music...
as the hour grows late
I play Verdi and Rossini.
But 'None shall sleep'
says Composer Puccini.
Noise from the fireworks
grows ever dim, as does
my music. I end with a hymn:
'Through The Night of
doubt and sorrow'...
More fireworks will
follow tomorrow.
5 November 2009.
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