A Collection ~ by Frank Cavano

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About the Frank Cavano Winter Collection I have never met anyone who did not like some form of music. Music seems to minimize individual differences, while words may magnify them. Music seems to speak for the Oneness of Spirit in which we all share equally. As I reflected on these thoughts and the notes on the piano, this poem came to me. Click here to read About Frank Cavano Frank is a retired physician whose writings tend to be of a spiritual/ inspirational/metaphysical nature. He attempts to comment on the human experience with all its beauty,its pain and its challenges. Over the last 4 years, more than 90 pieces have appeared online and/or in print. Click here to read Read & Listen to Thirteenth Note Seven white, five black form all music's core. Five black, seven white- no composer cries for more. Twelve apostles alone we find in every earthly nation. Caressed by an ever tender Hand, their song's a lush vibration. C said B sharp is my name. E sharp is merely F. All differences reign more apparent than real. A clef cannot be cleft. Regardless of the piece that's played, on this we need not vote: Music is a Oneness poem. We are the thirteenth note. Click here to read & Listen to Thirteenth Note Read & Listen to Of Pain In the blazing of a dawning sun one may sense a flight of angels but only in the rain can one see the face of God. Click here to read & listen to Of Pain