Rallentanda
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Spring Sonata
dverse oln
For Natasha
no one played this like you
with that freshness and sunshine only a
gifted seventeen year old can bring
bursting with talent
i remember
you threw it all away
for a conventional life of comfort
secretary house wife and mother
lacking confidence because
no one told how good you were
you must have known
they must have known
i certainly knew
when you played
i saw the serious
dark pall of jealousy
schadenfreud
cross their faces
i feared for you then
how on earth could we know back then
that a big talent constituted a threat
wrong time wrong country Natasha
ran into you a while back
said you had not played in decades
in fact had sold your violin
saw the pain flash in your eyes
then you quickly flicked the switch
back to garrulous chit chat
how many golden lights snuffed out
are lying at the bottom of the ocean
silenced never to be heard again
whilst the clanging cymbals play on
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sucks to see such talent go..all for lack of someone to reinforce for her how good she is...and watering those that pale in comparison...rather sad tale...
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed...tragic..it happens too often and is never spoken of. Another elephant in the room topic.
ReplyDeletethat is so true and so sad.. this is something that has been so often - wrong place, wrong time...
ReplyDeleteThe flip side is my Irish nephew - his mother made him play the French horn - got to be in the Belfast Symphony. Has refused to touch it since he left home. Both are tragic, in different ways.
ReplyDeleteHave seen this with happen with friends of mine: born in the wrong country at the wrong time, their talents gone to waste or recognised too late. A sad poem, I liked your clanging cymbals and garrulous chatter drowning out the real talent and the pain - very powerful images.
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