I listened to our song today.
Amongst all the cadential points
Sustained pedal, ostinati in left hand
The upward leaps that waltzed passionately
Through the 12/8; trillando e poco rubato
I thought I saw you. But within a crescendo
You were gone. Just a trace
The senza tempo had moved on.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
I listened to our song today.
Amongst all the cadential points
Sustained pedal, ostinati in left hand
The upward leaps that waltzed passionately
Through the 12/8; trillando e poco rubato
I thought I saw you. But within a crescendo
You were gone. Just a trace
The senza tempo had moved on.