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There Are Nights When The Violins Still Play A Sweet Tune
by Richard Davis
more Mozart than Mancini. Nights when
the crescent moon still works its magic
like some love god or ancient Houdini.
There are nights of Spanish guitar gypsy songs;
lines of seduction from Shakespeare and Donne.
Nights when the wine talk turns to Paris or Rome.
There are nights when Rubinstein will
play a Chopin nocturne until dawn.
There are nights when paradise
on earth can still be found.
10/03/2008 Posted on 10/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 Richard Davis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Panther on 10/04/08 at 12:51 AM I love the feeling and the rhythm of this, so lovely. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/06/08 at 02:43 PM There is something reassuring about this - a much needed feeling right now, and I like how you say it with music. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 10/07/08 at 02:03 PM Yes indeed there still are and this reminds me of them. Thank you. |
| Posted by James Zealy on 10/07/08 at 04:07 PM My daughter is a violinist. I can remember her playing Schindler's theme 0r a Kreisler piece when she was at piece. A classical piece played with passion and love of the music is something special. |
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