Today
at Carnegie Hall
Mahler
swept into my soul
with
sounds that spoke
of
new awakenings.
My
heart took flight.
It
jiggled around inside me
cartwheeling
from side to side;
it
raced to heights
of
highest high;
danced
on clouds
of
purest white;
it
ebbed and flowed
with
swirls and swells,
then
darkness fell
veiling
my heart
with
sorrow.
I
hid in the shadows
hoping
it would pass by
but
melancholy descended
swallowing
me whole
in
its ballooning belly.
It
hurtled me through
passages
of deepest dark
and
grinding hurt
and
just when I thought
my
heart would burst
the
darkness lifted
and
light returned
to
bathe me
in
its healing glow.
My
thoughts while listening to Mahler's Symphony Number One played by the New York
Youth Symphony one Sunday afternoon in May in New York City with loved ones.
Interesting poem Anna, this is how I sometimes feel on the rare occasions when I listen to classical music. Very aptly portrayed in words. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I find classical music food for the soul. x
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