Prelude
Our prelude: so magnificent; and we ravish love: an opus
Theme; and time—so grey; and love—so rough: a gentle
Departure. Our timbre—my love: so monumental; and
Flame the ocean: so wet: a grip and pull; and sound:—akin
To yoga; and Namaste—my limber rose. Our wick soars;
And heaven sings; and strings dance: hear the color. My
Deep percussion: so loud; and so grand: “I shall see dreams.”
I love the serenade; and dance the symphony; and—my
Quintet: such a five part riddle; and we glow and sin; and
Sin and glow: a need to love—the drug of love; and such
Drama: a want to lie; and such trauma; a hidden torch.
Every session, a prelude: even a concert; and we dine a
Picnic; and long to stay; but love is torn; and so nocturne;
And love is chained: and so controversial.
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Comments
So musical in it's movement and timing.........I could hear the music in this piece.........sometimes I wonder if you write for only the scholarly..........or if your intent is to challenge the average ............your writing is so riddled with symbolism that I find myself studying what you write...........thank you...........smiles.........T xx
I'm not certain, Tony. I think that I mainly write to express different ideas: some are a bit more complex than others. I will think about this. I thank you for your insights.Â