Madness - Sunday Afternoon At My Piano

Spent a few hours at my piano today - practicing old pieces and trying out new ones.  So, I thought this would be an appropriate poem to post.  Enjoy!

MADNESS

Beautiful complexity

Attempting to marry the blur of

Black notes on paper in front of me to

The smooth ivory beneath my fingertips

Attempting to fuse notes, keys, and tempo

As it is written

As it is meant to be played

As it is meant to be heard

Chaos, the sublime fusion

Intrinsic force that is madness -

            Mozart

                       

Madness and Mozart - an intriguing partnership

Madness won, took over the man

Ferocious compositions, exquisite music

Led sadly, quickly into a pauper’s grave

Leaving behind collections of art –

            Priceless and eternal

At my piano, my mind wanders, yet

I begin to play, attempting to commune with

The instrument, the music -

            Mozart

Halting, I linger over the notes, unfamiliar parts

Haunting sonata.  Perplexed, I wonder...

What the hell was he thinking when he wrote this?

Why did he write in this manner?

Was he driven by a muse or some unknown ghost?

What inherent madness forced this frenetic pace?

Madness…

                                                            Mozart

                                    

Madness - Sunday Afternoon At My Piano

Spent a few hours at my piano today - practicing old pieces and trying out new ones.  So, I thought this would be an appropriate poem to post.  Enjoy!

MADNESS

Beautiful complexity

Attempting to marry the blur of

Black notes on paper in front of me to

The smooth ivory beneath my fingertips

Attempting to fuse notes, keys, and tempo

As it is written

As it is meant to be played

As it is meant to be heard

Chaos, the sublime fusion

Intrinsic force that is madness -

            Mozart

                       

Madness and Mozart - an intriguing partnership

Madness won, took over the man

Ferocious compositions, exquisite music

Led sadly, quickly into a pauper’s grave

Leaving behind collections of art –

            Priceless and eternal

At my piano, my mind wanders, yet

I begin to play, attempting to commune with

The instrument, the music -

            Mozart

Halting, I linger over the notes, unfamiliar parts

Haunting sonata.  Perplexed, I wonder...

What the hell was he thinking when he wrote this?

Why did he write in this manner?

Was he driven by a muse or some unknown ghost?

What inherent madness forced this frenetic pace?

Madness…

                                                            Mozart