… for my mother
Music of Childhood
Play for me the melodies
of childhood
as the apricot glow turns
to voiles of lavender
and crickets chirp
in the coolness
of twilight —
come sit with me
on this piano bench.
Play not for the crowd
but for me alone,
Polonaise
in A-flat major —
let me watch your fingers
caress
the ivory keys,
let my heart explode
with pounding octaves,
climb crescendos,
dance with staccatos —
Tell me how long time ago
before bedtime stories
and childhood dreams,
you dipped my spirit
in the romance of Liebestraum,
the sweetness of nocturnes,
of etudes and preludes —
Now, as your fingers tend
the autumn flowers,
come sit with me,
play the melodies,
the music
of my soul
once again.
© 2012 by D. G. Vachal
*** Photograph: Heart and Music by Dragan Todorovic
lilies, sparrows and grass 
very beautiful poetry very nice indeed
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Lovely honor to your mother, Dee. Yes – and there the music started in the silence born of love. Beautiful (as ever) ~ Bobbie
Thank you, Bobbie. I love how you phrase it, “the music started in the silence born of love”. My Mom’s piano playing will forever be part of who I am. Love, Dee
Really nice way to reflect on a mother’s influence and impact in your life. Very touching prose, Dee!
Thank you, Ken! I appreciate your comments very much!
Beautiful
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DarkJade-
Both your words and your images are so lovely…
Thank you so much, Melody. Your words gladden my heart. Blessings!
wonderful…remembered those golden days…
Hi Juneth! So do I, Juneth! God bless and take care always!