Picture of a clavichord.
“Clavichord”
In a chamber soft and warm,
Lies a treasure to adorn.
With ebony and ivory keys,
A clavichord whispers melodies.
Its delicate strings do sing,
A symphony fit for a king.
With every touch, a tale is told,
Of emotions, untold and bold.
Fingers dance, creating a spell,
As the clavichord weaves its spell.
The notes, like raindrops, gently fall,
Enchanting hearts, captivating all.
From Bach to Mozart, its voice does soar,
Stirring souls to their very core.
A timeless instrument, refined and rare,
The clavichord, a masterpiece to share.
In quiet moments, it softly sings,
From its wooden frame, music springs.
A companion in solitude's embrace,
The clavichord whispers grace and grace.
So let us gather, and gather near,
To listen close, and to truly hear,
The clavichord's sweet and tender call,
A symphony of beauty, one and all.
(2-22-2007)
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