Music – Page 3

March 22, 2013

The Piano

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you set waiting amongst others of your kind
housing the large harp within your casing
standing upright and waiting for that one
that would love you enough to once again

lovingly ply your ivory keys with passionate
longing to coax musical notes waiting to
escape the dust that has settled upon them
in an effort to come alive, notes chording

to no longer set idle in bitter loneliness
but belong in the midst of those that would
wipe away the weary years with but a touch
of shine from joyous tears that melodies sign

will rise like timeless orchestrated sighs
bringing rays of light into lives one true
measure you will no longer wait in silence
but fill empty hours with unending pleasure

http://dversepoets.com/category/negative-capability/

January 10, 2013January 10, 2013

Serenade

last night high winds
music of wind chimes
tonight stillness so no
music serenade heard
calm before the storm

Renee Espriu

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This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com . This is Small Stone #9.

December 1, 2012December 1, 2012

Tiny Decorations

rainy fall day

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month of January i stand
listening to raindrops
hitting the pavement as
i wait for the rail
to arrive…waiting

i see a tree across
the street a smattering
of leaves left
hanging on like tiny
decorations

blown by the wind and
rain i can almost
hear their symphony a
musical awakening
calling my name

I am going to try and write something about each month from a site I follow. Lady Nimue has a Months of The Year Writing Prompt that invites those who would like , to write something about each month of the year. You can find information regarding it at http://ladynimue.wordpress.com. This, or course, is for the month of January. For those of you who have already read the post excuse the change to the correct month.

November 17, 2012

Setting The Tone

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light spills from
the street lamp
pooling at your feet

a rainy evening
reflecting images

dancing one
upon another

setting the tone
for raindrops
musical serenade

October 21, 2012October 22, 2012

The Market

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we walk casually in
the brisk Fall air
past market vendors
selling their wares

greeted by….yes!
the smell of lilies
fragrant from the
flower stalls vendors

moving forth like a
well-oiled machine
albeit STICKing
at times in the
flow of the crowd
always unseen

the smell of fish
a Fish Monger is
shouting out
“FRESH SALMON!
FRESH TROUT!”

SOOOO many sights
SOOOO many smells
BOMBard our senses
fresh spices for sell
cinnAmon___HMMMMMMM
honey from the hives
all flavors to delight

we move past ARTisans
jewelry gleaming
watercolor canvas
of hats and scarves
multicolored WeaVing

the music from
street MUSICians
float genTly to our ears
breathy jaZZ clarinet
guitar oldies as
we weave and steer

we move outside to
the OTHER side a
CoBbLeStOnE street
to mingle with
another crowd
never stopping to greet

to offer up some of “OURS”
to the man rummaging
through a garbage can
do WE__do THEY sEE him
disparaging in the cold

do WE__do THEY lOOk
right through him
regardless
of his soul

the fruit vendor YELLS out
“TRY SWEET ASIAN PEARS HERE!”
offers them to passerby
smiling and with cheer

while the man continues
his search for food
aware he is on the FRinge
feeling he isn’t welcome
where the fruit
overflows the bins

we walk on by
taking home our wares
to sleep in a coZZZy bed
i wake in the shower
to vanilla scented soap
his image still in
my HEAD

Went to the Seattle Market today and love that there is so much to see, so much to do, but the stark contrast of the world, in which we live,
hit home on this day.

February 3, 2012

Travertine Images

Travertine images
carved with features
etched lovingly in
musical sweetness

guarded by a
treble clef
a song melodious
as an Angel choir

the day dusk as
barely candle lit
the flame wavers
we all walk

the path of our
memories knowing
we are never
alone in our

twilight hours as
solace is found
in travertine
images

November 25, 2011November 25, 2011

Music’s Memory

Musical notes wrap themselves
around her like charms on a
bracelet touching her skin
B Flats, C Sharps, staccato
dancing lightly tapping out
rhythms on her silvery hair

Ivory keys fill the spaces
between now and then when her
fingertips drew out singing
loft choirs yet teaching a
soloist the uniqueness in
using a voice as instrument

Images fleeting now seen but
dimly as through the clouded
lens of a camera losing it’s
battle to store more images in
memory’s photographic pages
holding lyrics of song books

Musical notes wrap themselves
around her like charms on a
bracelet touching her skin
B Flats, C Sharps, staccato
dancing lightly tapping out
rhythms on her silvery hair

Upon posting the quote from Helen Keller it gave me pause to remember a most loved pianist and organist whose love and passion for music helped me to understand that not all voices are the same and the uniqueness of some is a gift. Some of us, at times, do stand alone. This is dedicated to Dorothy, who after years of dedication to playing for church choirs and soloists lost her sight and could no longer play but only listen to the music she loved.

October 30, 2011October 30, 2011

Flight of Fancy

Take flight with me
on a wonderful sea
where white caps
are edged with
filigree
where dreams take
repose on fingers
and toes
where your dream
shows you what’s
meant to be

Come away with me
on a flight of
fancy
where dreams are
found not
pillow bound
where blue skies
stay forever blue
where rainbows
touch earth
as a river flows

Take flight with me
in perfect harmony
where musical
notes are
like honey bees
filling the air
with the taste
of song
where the scent
of love
always belongs

October 17, 2011October 17, 2011

Jazz Melodies

Smoke filled room radiates music
sweet and low like the base of a
cello with notes wafting away on
carbon particles sent billowing
from pursed lips on cigarettes a
heady ambiance of slow jazziness

Holding the mic close like a lover
eyes closed, head tilted back to
hypnotize the audience enraptured
like star gazers longing to travel
with her along roller coaster notes
C sharp high, B flat low and mellow

Lights from the stage show shadowy
figures, drinks in hand as haunting
melodies dance across a piano keyboard
drawing the dancers to the floor in
rhythmic succession stepping to the
beat as she belts out notes ever faster

My love for Jazz and the musical realm it portrays has always been a part of my life and after getting to know the author of a particular site I found myself drawn to the idea of posting something for the music I love and also to dedicate it to one who sings it beautifully and with passion. This one is for you Amy! I so appreciate you and all you do. You can find Amy and all of her recent writes plus an awesome interview at http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com

August 4, 2011August 4, 2011

Honeysuckle Laughter

Children’s laughter peals as the
sound of musical bells echoing
in the wind chimes lingering on
breezes of sun-kissed cheeks
with arms and legs akimbo as
honeysuckle vines entwining
about you ever so tightly and all
that remains is fragrance of love