My Muse sits at the piano and there go my words.
Euterpe usurps the throne.
Calliope, Thalia,
Erato, Urania,
and yes..
Even Polyhymnia
Made mute by
Music
My Muse sits at the piano and there go my words.
Euterpe usurps the throne.
Calliope, Thalia,
Erato, Urania,
and yes..
Even Polyhymnia
Made mute by
Music
Muse, thy name is Calliope, Clio, Urania, Thalia in Nadia Land!
Thou hast found thy throne in an Ancient Steinway, bringing forth under Nadia’s goddess-touch its glorious Musical Poetry.
Loved your 1000 words; they are tumbling in my head.
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Phew! Now if everyone reads your comment, I don’t have to feel bad about not writing anything!
But you forgot Euterpe, the Muse of music!
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Or better yet, a little riff on your comment and words appear… as if by magic!
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Imagining a Sunday afternoon soirée at the Butler house is a lovely thought – a gathering of wonderful friends with nibbles and drinks. The highlight of the afternoon- Nadia’s performance on the piano at five o’clock .
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Ed – what a swell soirée idée! But you’d have to bring a collection of your collection to stand ’round the room.
Totally love what you do – awesomely imaginative ideas/concepts, and your masterful Technique is beyond words, and beyond Images even!
you would put Images to Nadia’s words, and she words and music to your Images. Me, i would soak in the Arts!
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Gee, very touched to be considered in this light. Thank you for your generous thoughts !
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One more thing regarding your piano: the legs – unusually fine architecture here. ( Robust silhouette with tight turnings and elegant reeding ) Nice!
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Only you, Ed!
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