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After the quartet (for Phillip Adams)

After the quartet:

As one long note, bowed to thinning silence,

We politely held applause, watched these magicians

Who flout all laws of natural science,

And float above our quiet adulation.

We got home, drawn of emotion, that such

Profound things as these could be given

To a silence that filled an empty hall before,

Then put the radio on, in the want of more.

We listened to Chopin and the rain as ever

Poured, in this neck of wood, strummed, lapping

Ceaseless - almost, then came perceived calm,

I realized, of course, it was the audience clapping;

Matching the rain in it’s random pattern,

And indistinguishable from the downpour

After the last and finest thinning note

Had been lightly given, to rain, to listener

And all who adored, endured, held scores

By degrees we soared, then fell like sopranos,

From warm to cold, to cease,

In the freezing seethe that grips us

Heart-held , astonished after an old song

Had ebbed, loved, watched learned,

And left the audience cold, in space

Yet within, fired and in spite of all weather

Yearning to stay in that time, that flow, in place.

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to be listening to Pink Floyd- Darkside of the Moon, and realized that THIS is what you are writing about! Made my day, to have such a visceral response to something written by another. ~ Geezer.

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And here was I thinking that was The Wizard of Oz! No place like home, no place like home ;) - glad you enjoyed my little word-play.



Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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I can never listen to Pink Floyd without feeling a deep connection to the music and wanting it to never end; that there are so many of the people that I know and love, that feel the same way about it and other pieces of music. That is what I got from it, not just it being a particular piece. ~ Geezer.

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