Don Tidwell, Bachtalk</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=23.htm>Don Tidwell</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Bachtalk</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>The mighty organ thundered<br>In a symphony of noise,<br>The audience held spellbound<br>By the organmaster's poise.<br>His fingers moved efficiently<br>With firmness on the keys, <br>Creating great crescendos<br>With apparent joy and ease.<br>The music on his manuscript<br>Would awe most mortal men.<br>Notes stacked deep upon the staff<br>To sound and sound again.<br>Repeated phrases filled the air<br>In never ending line,<br>The last with sameness of the first<br>Through skillful intertwine.<br>At midpoint in the concert<br>I arose and took a walk--<br>I can't abide the music<br>Of Johann Sebastian Bach !! </b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>