Impromptu intermezzo,
evening music fills the air
from Italianate terrazzo
for the lonesome millionaire,
a bittersweet reflection...
Sorrowful music fills the air
as smarting from rejection,
he asks will music mend his solitude,
in pitiful reflection.
Deserted man in pensive mood,
trying to forget, asks
will music mend his solitude,
bring back la belle Annette?
Still fretting for his vanished love,
attempting to forget
that he's bereft of
impromptu intermezzo,
still regretting his lost love
in his millionaire palazzo.
Vivienne Blake
"The advice I am giving always to all my students is above all to study the music profoundly... music is like the ocean, and the instruments are little or bigger islands, very beautiful for the flowers and trees."
~Andres Segovia
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