Perched on the edge of a Song

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 All that we see or seem is but a dream
within a dream ~ Edgar Allan Poe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Perched on the edge of creativity
would I be the songs of the crows
pounding the ebony and ivory keys
for what never was, for all the heartache
and scars of lost dreams

would you listen to my grieving sonata
a journey of constantly moving emotions

it's hard to soar when your wings are torn
flying too close to the thistles and rose thorns

music of life, love and loss pass before my
bloodshot,  teary eyes

Peck
  PECK
    PECKING apart pieces of my soul.....

Or...

would I be the songs of the mourning doves
softly breaking this spell of darkness
on wings of compassion

 coo
  coo
    cooing

a renewed song of love and life....resting
on the bench of contentment

Perhaps..

I'd be the song of a  free-bird soaring in the air of spontaneous energy...
full on,  rhapsody of contrasting mood and tone, UN-tethered
a composition filled with lyrical passion

 

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Author's note: Thank you for taking the time to read the wanderings of my mind.

Abandoned - Piano Blues

Photography by Romain Thiery

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

within these abandoned walls

once lived happiness, music

filled the inner chambers

of a loving heart

 

broken keys, now out of tune

rotting floorboards moan in

grief for the songs of yesterday

sacred foundation crumbling

 

instrumental was the mortar

of pitch, tempo, texture and

structure which created overall

harmony in this space of time

 

fleeing from life when loss

was too great to bare, the cross

of misunderstanding weighing

down the fringes of reality

 

memories float through filtered

moonlight and a piano plays the

blues,  a heart swells, drowning in 

a dream well 

 

outside the vineyard yields

sweet seeds of hope, cupped

hands sip intoxicating flavors

life emerges to the cicadas song

 

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not sure this makes sense but,

my mood is blue...

 

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Spring Waltz

                                       

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Stroking lovingly ebony & ivory keys

my heart softly composes a spring waltz

pink cherry blossoms, blooming in trees

finding harmony in my deepest thoughts

my heart softly composes a spring waltz

tingling vibrations, writing down notes

finding harmony in my deepest thoughts

in a gentle breeze a melody softly floats

tingling vibrations, writing down notes

tu(lips) dancing,  romancing the night

in a gentle breeze a melody softly floats

playing a song into the morning light

tu(lips) dancing, romancing the night

pink cherry blossoms, blooming in trees

playing a song into the morning light

stroking lovingly ebony & ivory keys

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I Strike a Chord, You Play a Tune

sitting upon your piano white cotton dress

bare silky legs, my toes lightly dance

longing for your fingertips, gentle caress
seductive invitation, our eyes in a trance

I  strike  a chord,  you play a tune

mesmerizing voice, hypnotic sounds

my heart in the backdrop pounds..

tingling vibrations mood just right

stroking lovingly ebony & ivory keys

playing  ballads into a starry night

laid back melodies, harmony with ease

I strike a chord,  you play a tune

mesmerizing voice, hypnotic sounds

my heart in the backdrop  pounds..

listening to your songs, haunting grooves

my feet Tap taP  to the rhythmic beat

sliding by your side feeling sultry moves

ooh babe, you know that sound is sweet

You strike a chord , I sing a tune

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