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
No Rhyme, no reason
I can't believe that you would leave.....
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
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 “