Daily Archives: January 24, 2016

Piano

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Above the chord once struck in grace,
single notes climb higher, higher,
resolving o’er the echoed space,
where resonant, passing times retire.

The signature suspends a fifth,
yet time courts only what is felt,
dissolving sense, belying myth,
until the moment’s truth is dealt.

Ecstatic hands in passion’s play,
seek release of love once dreamed,
concealing ivory’s secret lay
between each ebony accent schemed.

Beneath the floating waifs’ sustain,
the rhythm’s heart repeats its call,
revealing truth that loves remain,
whispering through each sweet note’s fall.

Here, time returns immortal.
Here, stanzas play in sensuous gait.
Here, hands cast dreams upon the keys.
Here, love sets free the dreamer’s fate.

photo courtesy of https://pixabay.com/en/music-piano-keys-keyboard-sound-279333/

poem inspired by the music of Denise Young, “Above The Clouds” – Passionata

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1046. The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought, their abundant summery wordage silenced… ~D. H. Lawrence

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Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.
~J. Krishnamurti

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“You think I am dead,”
The apple tree said,
“Because I have never a leaf to show-
Because I stoop,
And my branches droop,
And the dull gray mosses over me grow!
But I’m still alive in trunk and shoot;
The buds of next May I fold away-
But I pity the withered grass at my root.”

“You think I am dead,”
The quick grass said,
“Because I have parted with stem and blade!
But under the ground,
I am safe and sound
With the snow’s thick blanket over me laid.
I’m all alive, and ready to shoot,
Should the spring of the year
Come dancing here-
But I pity the flower without branch or root.”

“You think I am dead,”
A soft voice said,
“Because not a branch or root I own.
I never have died, but close I hide
In a plumy seed that the wind has sown.
Patient I wait through the long winter hours;
You will see me again-
I shall laugh at you then,
Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers.”
~Edith M. Thomas

Let the trees of the forest sing, let them sing for joy before the Lord… ~Excerpt from 1 Chronicles 16:33  ✝

**Images via Pinterest; collage created by Natalie