Sergei Rachmaninov

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Through the rain of notes
Rachmaninov emerges,
triumphant:
the master, the true master.
There is nothing he will not
achieve, there is no path that
music will not flow down 
under his exquisite jurisdiction.

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Rachmaninov is always in control.
A man ahead of his time:
still ahead of his time.
A man whom we fail to see totally because of his 
unrestrained limits:
his love and absolute tenderness,
his passion, his restrained fury:
the sea of fire and spilt blood
that he lays at our feet,
only to sequin with the fondest of hopes and
the lightest of lyricism.

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Nothing stops him,
nothing is not known by his 
creative depth:
nothing is out of reach.
Musically he is at peace:
where we struggle at our best
his gears are still in idle.
Where we cannot imagine:
there he resides.

 

 

DG