Yamaha. Poem by Liza Sud

Yamaha.



Today I was playing Mozart,
many from his sonatas.
Bells, harpsichords, strings - awesome
sounding of my Yamaha!

Genius are the Japan-
ese ingeneers- musicians.
I wonder - why there are still
many who play acoustic?

Yamaha's sound is deeper,
easy to play, and charming.
I even say to people:
That my beloved is - YAMAHA!

He is gentler and softer,
than even my inner voice!
and when I play it often-
it seems - I hear God!

Saturday, October 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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