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The Echo Of Menuhin, Miller and Lennon

Poetry By: Scribblings of a middle aged mad man

A poem based on an experience I had at Abbey Road Studios.

Submitted:Jan 4, 2009    Reads: 105    Comments: 3    Likes: 5   

With turn of brass

and fall of old paint

The ache to peek

becomes too great

Dread holds my feet

but my eyes roam free

A mute invite

travels the unlit studio

Only a reflective Steinway

stencils the darkness

I breach the holy tomb

with subtle tip and fragile toe

Dare I raise the lid?

Let heavy arm fall

Allow roaming fingers

to tear at musical history

Should I strike an unauthorised note

seek one holy sharp ping?

Will the mote heavy air

reward my intrusive grope?

Can my ears decipher

the echo of Menuhin, Miller and Lennon?

The piano remains closed

my respect for past recordings too great


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