Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Opus 69 No. 2

Nothing eases the soul like playing a Chopin waltz
on the piano. My soul. (I won't claim anything for yours.)
Sonorous, mournful, orotund. (Isn't orotund a great
word? Deeply resonant and curvaceous, it is.)
I can really only get all the way through a handful
of waltzes, but I like to cut-and-paste them
into a whole that is at my level. I spent too many
teenage years playing Chopin, and I haven't
changed much. I admit this. In public.
Right now.

1 comment:

  1. Listening to you play soothed my soul, too.