The Calling

 
Uberescent, simplistic motif  
No resolution of cadence  
Ears garner no poetic relief  
No intellect or retrospection  
Useless fodder, floundering in unholy waters  
unrequited screams to be saved  
melodies so meaningless,  
cherubs will not play
angels shall not sing........  
 
…...into obsolescence, my soul does drift away  
 
They're calling me  
 
Josef and Julian  
fingers upon articulated keys  
a sound that cries out for mercy  
the perfect palette,  
the color of an emotion  
exactly the way that it should be  
 
George  
No Rhyme, no reason  
I can't believe that you would leave.....  
 
…..me  
 
but in that special season,  
ushered in by a bristling piano wind,  
I await your return  
and the melody still lingers on  
please play it once again...  
 
“….for you are my life  
everything I do, I'm thinking of you”  
 
"all we are is dust in the wind"  
greatness born and died  
never to be seen again  
bits of my soul tattered and torn  
blown away  
 
I hear them calling me.......  
 
…..and I feel the restless longing  
deep inside this solitary shell  
a melancholy loneliness  
distant voices call to me  
echoing my familiar....  
 
“...this world is not my home “