Gently tuned clangs from the ivory of the piano keys – a breath disturbs the dusty air, the dust grains now break free – amidst the tunes they dance as if by music struck, awoken into life where now they […]
Poems about music. Not poems about playing music, since the poet doesn’t have that much experience with that. No, these are poems about how it feels to be confronted by music.
The beauty of music. Music’s ability to move and take one’s breath away when caught off guard by it.
Music as the rhythm underlying the world. As a thing of immense beauty, to be savoured and appreciated in quiet moments.
It seems like there’s a connection to K-M Skalkenæs’ poems about beauty.
Music, with its rhythm, speaks innately to the listener and evokes feelings like no other artform. This, as a result, makes it a very generous subject to write about.