Ethereal Notes

Melodious Notes

The piano notes not my own

floating ethereal around me

speak of lullabies played

soothing tiny souls to sleeping

 

vestiges of the golden moments

when a youthful heart dreamt being

bright-colored fancied whimsy

 

silver spun silken blossoms

to be woven into a shining dawn

in sun rays spilling rainbows

resplendent new and undone

 

for as the notes dance before me

the hours softly melting away

reiterates life’s fluctuations

not crafted to make my own

 

© December 2017 Renee Espriu

Image taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered by myself.

***Musical Notes***

fall-western-ash

My Photo Digitized

musical notes hidden
mountain ash
clustered berries dance

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The Notes Embrace You

pipe organ
Google Image

i see you dancing
on the floor of the
pizza parlor
a smile playing
across your face

where every note
that is pumped
out of the theatre
pipe organ
embraces you

plys your feet
with rhythm
only you would know
caring not that
eyes are watching

i see you even though
you are gone now
a memory that
spilled out of
the letter you wrote

© August 2013
Renee Espriu

Orchestrated by Spring

tulip fields

Google Image of Tulip Fields in Washington

purple hyacinths ascend first
to lead the way for
golden daffodils and in
their wake give way to a
multi colored spectrum
of aspiring tulips

all blooming beneath the
white blossoms of the
pear tree and the
pink blossoms of the
formidable cherry tree
waving flowered boughs

while the wind scatters
their petals like bits of
party confetti
they are all a part of
nature’s entertaining
musical endowment

paying homage to life
where each flower that
blooms and wanes becomes
the notes amidst a
tumultuous crescendo
orchestrated by Spring

© April 2013 Renee Espriu

http://dversepoets.com/category/spring-poem/

 

The Piano

The Piano

Altered Google Image

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

© March 2013
Renee Espriu

 

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Mr Kenny “G”

kenny gi don’t remember the year
but do remember the place
where mr kenney ‘g’ played
his saxophone to me

at the state fair i sat
in the bleachers all alone
as he entered to the right
of  main stage in sight

i watched the crowds
surround him as he slowly
walked toward the back of
front aisle seats clad

in skinny jeans and shirt
curly hair about his head                                                        Goggle Image
as alto sax notes poured                                                           Kenny “G”
each melody easily scored

he reached where i was
mesmerized listening rapt
to stand and look up at me
playing to where i sat

it seemed forever he played
before he finally moved on
the day mr kenny ‘g’ graced
my life in alto song

© February 2013
Renee Espriu

 

This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/sense-of-place/

It was a surpise to go and see Kenny “G” that year, as my husband (when I was married) bought the tickets without my knowing, and for this wonderfully gifted artist and musician to stop in front of those bleachers and look up to me and continue to play…well, that was a once in a lifetime thing and will never happen again.

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

© November 2011 Renee Espriu

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.