Immortality
I sit in a darkened room, listening to Chopin’s music -
Softly, softly, it begins, rising from slow restraint
To a magnificent crescendo.
My veins pulsate, my heart’s arrhythmic
beat threatens
To overwhelm me.
And my head swells, along with the music,
in grand passion.
A passing parade of all my sad yesterdays,
Today’s struggles and tomorrow’s hopes
Crowd with a million voices
In my mind;
Then, with a jolt, I return to reality
And the thought that long after I’m gone,
Chopin‘s music will live on -
At least one of us will experience
Immortality!
©June Maureen Hitchcock July 2006
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