Pachlebel

Pachlebel

I hear the pianoforte

it takes me to a place of green and mist

lace and grandeur

the horse and carriage

a castle

candles that light the way

white gloves

tall hats

masks

the gowns that flow with each turn

a small soft shoulder, white as milk, soft as silk

dance cards, the whirls, childrens curls

I hear the cello

taste the punch

the whispers and laughter

the fellow and his glance

a stolen kiss, his sweet breath

the intrigue

I hear Pachlebel....