Last night,
driving home,
under a concert
hall sky
hall sky
I rode,
for miles,
through a Steinway
piano
with its lid
propped up,
past the sun's
rolling spires
My mind
a box
thread of ivory
and wire
my heart
a dove,
uncorked of
its silence
and these
hands
not mine,
but Chopin's
for miles,
through a Steinway
piano
with its lid
propped up,
past the sun's
rolling spires
My mind
a box
thread of ivory
and wire
my heart
a dove,
uncorked of
its silence
and these
hands
not mine,
but Chopin's
6 comments:
Lovely
Thanks. :)
' My heart a dove uncorked of its silence....' How beautiful!
Thank you, Col. I appreciate your stopping by here to tell me that.
It took me a moment to get how the picture resembles a Piano.
You have good eyes, on that good head of yours...
Now, I must listen to some Regina Spektor. Excuse me.
It was more a feeling of grandness than an actual image, but if you're seeing pianos, don't let me try and stop you.
Anytime is a good time to listen to Regina Spektor. Hello, Samson. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKZ5XSKRBJ0
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