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THE SOUND OF PERFECTION
When we listen von-Weber’s clarinet concerto
in E flat,
Sweet rapture fills the room and it seems
incredible that
Fingers can move that fast and slide over
the break
Without a single slip or for most an inevitable
mistake,
The speed and dexterity with which the
sound flows
Impresses us and the love of good music
always shows
As we listen notes and wonder which is
the greatest,
The man who wrote the music or he who
plays his best,
It does not really matter it is the joy that fills
each heart
And grateful that each genius was willing to
do his part,
That we can sit back and listen to the sweet
melodic sound
And allow the beauty of music deep within us
ever abound.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 November 2005