Sergei Rachmaninov –
Wrote music for those in love –
His melodies soared without bound –
It was love – in the form of sound
06.24.95 – 07.03.95
Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion
and published in Perspectives, ISBN 0-9686250-0-2.
Notes to this poem…
At the time of this poem’s writing, Sergei Rachmaninov was a relatively new discovery to me and was not yet my favourite composer. However, the words expressed here are only more deeply felt to be true now years later as he is my favourite composer. Rachmaninov can be listened to with a lot of melancholy, in part because his life was filled with a lot of melancholy, mostly due to his exile from Russia, but also for many other reasons. However, a lot of soft, sad, wordless music can also be romantic sounding. Music and feelings are funny that way, aren’t they?
I find with Rachmaninov, it can affect me both ways, especially if I am in one mood or the other. Over the years, though, I have learned to listen to it to convert my sadness to a warmness of love, and perhaps that is why his music has become my favourite. I can listen it for love, and to get out of sadness.
It is, like the clerihew says, love in the form of sound.
Clerihews are meant to be humorous, but I have used them only occasionally for that. Rather, I just prefer to think of them for character profiles, humorous or otherwise.