The Violin
A passion — a life.
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The Music of the Violin
Sweet and pure is the sound that flows,
From the bridge underneath my bows,
The instrument that all humanity knows,
As the greatest and most wonderful of those-
Which are alone the soul-stirrers of men,
Flowing and lovely beyond all ken,
Hearts melt and cares disappear when,
The liquid flow of music does commence!
Ecstasy rampant joy can’t bend,
Joy after joy descends from heaven,
Exquisite love none comprehend,
How great is our joy and revel!
Of music a wondrous collection we behold,
Pieces, sonatas, courantes, gigues uphold,
Symphonies, danses, minuets, airs,
Simply glorious peaks and happiness bare!
’Twas the introduction, Bach exercises,
Not to mention Beethoven at his devices,
So much more of musical pieces,
Paganini and Tchaikovsky! It just amazes,
Bach was the master mathematician,
Chords and chromatics running up and down he sent,
All over the place! Beautiful complex convulence,
Beauty of percussion was his sentence.
Ludwig Van Beethoven to whom will we ever try to compare,
For his wonderful symphonies, exquisite concertos, such compositions rare,
A wonderful blessing to life! As when on his deathbed he said,
“I shall hear in Heaven!”For while others enjoyed his music, he couldn’t at his end!
Mozart a genius of the beautiful art,
He was a master of melody and heart,
Works of his own marvellous style,
Took true harmony in simplicity to new highs.
Of Tchaikovsky what can we say,
That adds to his awesome acclaim,
Worship of God to new glorious heights,
Took he with mastery, fluence and style.
Paganini the one of whom it was said,
Spirits his music in communion led,
Or so they say because his ability,
Seemed unbelievably magnificent over all human possibility.
So, so, so many! They all remain,
Names immortalised for ever the age,
Haydn, Handel, Schubert and then again,
Mendelssohn, Vivaldi, too many to name.
For music is truly a fire in our hearts,
A sweet, sweet desperation in expressive starts,
An urge and thirst nothing else will quench,
Of spirits and angels singing through human men.
Yes for truly the spirits are our true Muse,
Music is a language the universe does use,
Descending from angels in heavenly spheres,
Recieved by the men whom can the emanations hear.
All the angels musicians! Yes, all even those,
The Archangels seven and the three Fallen to whom heaven is closed,
They play through us! Yes, through our poor, miserable souls,
Its a just wonderful and glorious to concieve and behold!
How great God’s Mercies, how Blessed His Ways,
That He confers to the lowly such Gifts of Grace,
The true language of the Eternal Place,
On men! Its glorious, and we sing forever His Praise!
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