Tag: piano

Piano Solos

Listen,

while the world rings true,

a glimmer, a hope, a dance

while this melody, a shape maker

presents an accidental shift

in memory.

Imagine the rise of delightful keys,

sweet muse

soft patterns of reality.

~

I listen to piano solos

for the breadth of tradition,

that notion spoken

in the hearts of many before me,

whose talented fingertips,

did create moments.

Awe, delight, tears, and genuine

sadness, perhaps simple delight,

triggered by a tempered key,

twists the mind around an obligation,

~

when just recently I wondered

only how, when I might release

my imagination,

I listened

the notes bold,

suggest my life is attainable,

as reaching the octave necessary

towards an understood element of survival;

an epiphany moves through my veins,

causing heart to blend –

the moisture outside,

while we wait,

will cleanse our sated soul.

With Piano Keys I Muse

I wait for the right note,

a soft touch, distant tone,

perhaps a high sharp strike,

my heart breathes the resonance.

I am immediately drawn to a time,

a different place we speak,

when everything is bliss,

and the pain is no longer an option.

We are easily pleased in memory,

with the musical intercessions of our lives,

when traveling inside a melody,

reminds me of her, or them, or even you,

I am sweet with desire,

limited by time,

yet know I have realized your beauty,

is always in my heart,

forever safe in the mystique of knowing … love

Driving with Chopin

One last thought as night settles nearby
Would an answer sustain a need
That compels our nature to know
Or might possibly another notion
Creep inside the mind
And fester never allowing a breath
To satisfy that quest driven desire

A new day arose when the sounds changed
Their mood and we could rise
Above the futile noise
Of some might call the human condition
Always searching always lacking
Some trigger of reckoning
Some emotional response
Suggest to me your ideals
And might then the sun
Rise slowly again
From the western sky instead

For as He might be interpreted
It is She that decides our outcome
No matter the strain, the sacrifice
The satisfaction guaranteed
Always still there remains
A moment we flout that almost
Certainly over-rides a climax in doubt

When a single flower blooms in a forest
Our only surrounding world takes notice

Searching for My Muse

Like a composer
The words are the keyboard
Fingertips draw out sounds
Searching for a release
Finding the right
Intonation
To suggest the feeling
The emotional drive
That gives strength to definition
~
I am seeking you tonight
In the twilight of a star fallen sky
Listening to a piano masterfully designed
To allow certain tones
To enter my blind
Driving my world through words
As quickly as they come to mind
I am careful to lay them out on paper
Hoping for a release
The tension inside
So direct, so biting
I may lay stunned
Feeling the earth against my skin
And wondering
Just how far, my thoughts need travel
To feel once again
~
I rode my bicycle up a long hill one hot afternoon
And each circular motion drew me further
Closer to your world
That was my goal
Anything else was simply an
Afterthought
The real journey
Was to transport my usual self
To your doorstep
And when I arrived
In the cool afternoon air
You offered me water
And my bicycle
Suddenly became centuries old
And the pasture golden with the summer’s wheat
Swaying gently in the breeze
Shadowed a brilliant sky
Of autumn’s challenge
Suggesting …
~
Our moon in that later night sky
May be as real today in yesterday’s eye
Muse nearby travel with me for I am
Seeking a splendor suggests only why