Given to whimsical fancies,
Immersed in the realm of the limitless.
Led by innate passion,
Pulled, never pushed.
Upon toes which propel
Her graceful form to heaven.
Embraced by floral perfume,
Laced with poetic expression.
Woven dreams, intertwined desires,
A willing captive to all, and to none.
Sheltered by each moment in dance,
Heartbeat united with song.
She is the dance.
The dance is she.
The same entity.
The symphony shifts
From light to dark
Natures instruments are exchanged
New players come out
In harmonic unity
Day to night, few notes the same
Some of the birds
Ride out the transition
Maintaining their flutes a while
But the night owls asserts
Their nocturnal superiority
And cry heavy above their delicate style
Crickets chirp with vigor
Piercing and steady
In a dominating rhythm
While the resting await the dawn
To reignite day’s songs
And so goes symphonic repetition
Shallowly below the surface
Water gently swaying from movement
Liquid veil covers surrendered ears
Altering, yet not tainting the music
Piano keys stroked with care
Gentle runs, emphasis upon each note
Volume increasing, tempo slows
All heard as echoes under watery cloak
Stairway from heaven,
Upon ivory keys.
Delivering healing notes,
To a world in need.
Awaiting human touch,
A heavenly connection.
Access to God’s presence,
And His melodious perfection.
Stairway to heaven,
Upon ivory keys.
A fluid stream where spirit dances,
And soul receives.
Enveloped by Gods love in harmony,
With the hurting under oppression.
A concerto with angelic orchestra,
Creating sound which defies comprehension…
Play chopsticks with me
Let’s make music together
Memories we’ll share
The multifarious layers of sound,
Advance to my longing ears,
Permeating my soul,
Encapsulating it in an instrumental sphere.
A welcomed overwhelming,
Of senses raw and open.
Patterns visible in my mind,
Meandering geometric tokens.
Internal, immobile swaying,
Sense of coveted calm.
Manufacturing an experience,
Escaping into a comfortable numb.
Letting go has new meaning,
And I welcome the blurred reality,
A gem to hold, cherish, and employ,
Mental pause, Heart focus… Melodic Simplicity.
I sometimes feel free, in an otherworldly pull,
A drag into slow motion.
Lifted from that which surrounds,
Connected to all that is.
Eyes seeking to remain closed,
Dreaming awake in full consciousness.
A pull I sometimes seek to maintain,
To merge, lean into with surrender.
Thoughts on pause, mind now filled with still light.
Peace…dare I imply?
Serene in a suspended moment?
So sweet, dry tears drift slowly by…
Lifting me, transcending.
Insides soft and electric, aware of my presence,
A way to be high without chemical interference.
The music stops.