Here’s a poem I wrote while listening to Rachmaninov’s Third Piano Concerto (my favourite classical piece):
| Speed Power Energy Rushing headlong A furious pace Stopping impossible Nothing can oppose Liquid motion Elegance Fluid Grace |
It’s pretty boring unless you listen to the piece at the same time. Here’s a video of part 1 of the 1st movement. I especially like the portion from about 6:54 to 9:00.