All Comments on 'The Clarinet's Soft Rapture'

How can I begin to tell you? This is how I feel when I play. Thank you for evoking those feelings once more. :)

Nice poem, but it could be tightened up some.

You have some nice lines like these:

With the change in rhythm her clarinet is hot like the desert sun,

With another change in rhythm her clarinet’s is the falling leaves in the forest,