Listening to: Incomplete (Backstreet Boys)
Pondering: If I’m going to Hell, I’m going there playing the piano. (Jerry Lee Lewis)
One day, so many weeks ago I dabbled at poetry writing again. I found the sheet I wrote the poem on today as I was sorting through the souvenirs I collected during my vacation. I say it’s crap and amateurish but what can I say? I’m an amateur.
There you stand
Blue lights swirling behind you
Orange, red, yellow lights
A halo on your head
The white ivory keys
Under your fingers
Strike a lively chord that resonates
A tune breathes life
To words I can never say
Lines I can never write
Songs I can never sing
You do so well
What it is you do
And I’m left wishing
I knew the meaning
Behind each note
You do so very well
The things that you do
And you leave my heart broken
You leave me dreaming
Your hands are soft
Under my own palm
We mere mortals meets
But there is space between us
That spans a lifetime
We are alike - human, breathing
But worlds apart, you and I
This man in front of me
With a soul that sings
The songs I’d like to sing
Lines I’d like to write
Words I’d like to say
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