Stephan Grappelli

I remember seeing Stephan Grappelli,
we bought tickets, they were good seats too.
You held my hand, we were in love,
you said you were and I believed.

It seems so long ago, perhaps it is
I still have the program with his autograph
I just don't listen to him anymore,
it made me sad when I heard he'd died.

I took you to the ballet but I could tell
that you were bored, I stored up memories
of racing down draughty corridors
the orchestra playing, you scored bars.

So here it is, a winter night, sorting through,
all the programs. One night at the opera,
one rainy afternoon at a matinee,
the band playing in the park, sweet love

Memories and pictures a moment lost,
I went to church today to play the organ,
it had pipes and bellows and all I heard
were echoes of Stephan Grappelli in concert.






Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-11-24 at 19:31

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shells
Your musical memories and musings make (unintentional alliteration!) lovely reading and take me back to some of my own, thanks.
2013-11-27


countryfog
Ah Elle, you've sent me to the back of my closet for my own box of programs, from Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young and Chuck Berry and Bonnie Raitt to Tosca and Aida and Madama Butterfly. Such wonderful memories are forever linked to music made our own by whom we were with and where we were.
2013-11-25



Stephan Grappelli. Now I'll have to dig out the album, thanks a lot.

Great poem, written on the fly I'm guessing, between the morning's "Sheep May Safely Graze," and the evening's Pink Floyd.

I like "you scored bars " best. I like it all. Of course.

jim
2013-11-24


Chaucer Whethers
A sense of drama and the brooding melancholy musical refrains
played by time upon the instruments of memory written
in poetic notations with Fate as chief composer.
2013-11-24