Quilt’s Corner:They Tell Me I Live In Paradise

with its symphony of color Chords of verdant greens, staccato with vibrant floral flourishes A sea foam blue melody washes over its shore, People come here to remember their music.

To those people, this place is Tchaikovsky in the morning Debussy at sunset (Beethoven when it rains)

I know these pieces well. Taken coffee comfortably on my deck watching the sun rise into many a Mozart morning dancing arpeggios throughout the day

But you have gone now and I forget…

I can no longer breathe to Pachabel’s canon or dance with Satie, spinning his Gymnopedies These days my life is cluttered with so many sharps and flats that my heart hears only Rachmaninov

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