Piano Concerto No.1 in D Major.

[Guest guest]

Piano Concerto No.1 in D major.

The opening of Prokofievs first piano concerto

all impulsion and rhythmic ascendancy.

I don’t have a music brush,

to paint this for you.

So I shall word it out, and this will do.

It is a near death experience

of impulsion into delight.

A live show, showing its hands praying together

and then slowly opening itself out into fingers.

A life saver that is a slow motion explosion

of hard driving potential shooting up as wind-flowers

bright as the sparks of divine ignition.

The root springs through the heart of the blossom.

A crazy man throws a water fountain

through a high window of his own bell tower

and sits for the still camera like an Apache Buddha.

Gods umbrella springing out of his lodge pole

as the smile of a thousand Mona Lisa’s.

A flash light of fierce love

taken at light speed frame by frame.

A sensual orchid with a rainbow tongue

sips the air for the flesh of its own colors.

There are sky rockets in the daisy’s and dandelions

and the sun comes up from the ground

like Saint Catharine starry night

wheeling in the vortex of Van Gogh’s lost ear.

And still the beat goes on

pounding the pulse into passion plays

that break out into shattering applause

as the fireworks of this moment

flash into new realities racing to disappear

in the twinkle of star dust.

The music drops its voice in a growl of puberty.

And plays with itself for the joy of discovery.

The columbine and narcissus entwine

and rest their heads together for awhile.

Little garden animals come out to laze in the cat winks.

Soft pools of carp appear and gleam like ball lightening.

Silver moons melt to venerable gold.

The hush is deafening.

And now the heart booming

returns to explode anew.

The wind chariot

jumping its tracks to an other time zone.

A dead mans handle flies off to throb the air

as a gyroscopic heliotropic trance manifestation.

Following the sun with a turning face of wild grace.

The keyboard crashes into its resolution of light.

More star clustering

and instant Marigolds drumming into being.

Great arcs of firebirds igniting the sky

The glittering of gladness to be saved for extinction.

A last holy shout of Yes and exhausted ears

fall down shaken from the suns tree.

Blazing petals surrender into pyrotechnic wonder.

It is over.

love

eric

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