This week,
My head is filled,
With Rachmaninoff,
I have his piano concertos,
Playing in my head,
They push me forward,
Help me get ahead,
Help me stay alive,
In an ugly world,
Of Love, deprived,
I go around humming,
The great melodies,
All those that are near,
Think I have lost my mind
And therefore they fear,
My 'contagious desease':
To Love Music, Art
And Live as I please.
'And therefore they fear, My 'contagious desease': To Love Music, Art And Live as I please.' Good to have this kind of disease! :) When will be the concertos?
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Humming around! 🎹🎶🎼💃 Thanks for sharing this poem with us.