REBELLION

Boris Berezovsky playing Chopin's Revolutionary Etude.
If you have time listen on as he plays the Godowsky left hand only variation.

 Only last year the loss was huge.
The change seemed gentle at first
Soothing, though cold, as the rain began.
They sensed the severity soon though
As the deeper cold raced in
To trap them in its icy sheaths.
Then that false beauty, snow, began to stick
While the ice traps allowed no movement.
It claimed their wary independent spirits;
They, who'd survived scores of vacillating winters,
Began to bend, stretching their limbs toward
Something warm, hoping for friction, for freedom.
Caught, those who resisted snapped and broke in two.

This year, it seems, they were ready.
As the rain came, they began to make a clamor
Howling in the wind, scraping against themselves
Shaking the sleet as it fell - empty glass bullets
Shattering on the ground and as the cold
Pushed in with no sympathy bringing that same misery
This time, sap up, their sheilds ready
The snow found no invitation
And slipped from each branch.
This time each sentinel held his ground
And earned their victory.

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