I play music for hours to you
My fingers flying across the keys
Playing melodies of love for you
My love pours out of these notes .....
like a mountain stream......
turning into a raging torrent of emotion
As it nears the sea.
My love is like the water washing over a stone ....
I want to wash over you...
I want my love to flood over you ...
making love all day long.
My fingers playing melodies on you ...
feeling your silkiness.
You are the symphony of life ...
playing in my heart ...
teaching me new melodies with every passing day.....
The deep, deep love I have for you ....
pounding like a drum inside my head.
The aching without you like a sad clarinet .....
playing moodily as the sea brushes the shore ....
in my lonely walk along the beach.
And then you're here ... and the strings ...
play with such sweetness and happiness in my heart ...
the melody of love ... so gentle and so warm ..
I want you always and forever ...
to play me and bring the magical music out of me...
that only you can do.
Without you ... my keys are silent ... gathering dust...
Come ....... make my music flow ...............
Talented individual you are sir. This flowed well. I liked the concept of the musicain playing his piano in some somke filled bar. mundane but its a job. But when SHE walks in the whole mood of the place lifts. his music takes on a vibrant almost jazz like tone. I enjoyed the way your brought musical instruments in to the peice and also the sea and the moods of the sea. I get the impression that our piano player knows the songs she likes to hear. That is why she goes in to the bar where he plays. And she leaves she tells the bar tender to give the piano player a burbon on the rocks. he arrives home in the early hours where they disscuss the performance over good food and red wine. Great write from the 2nd city Carl
everything you write (well, everything that ive read of yours so far) is so beautifully written about beauty, thanx for asking me to read, very pleasurable
Oh god you make want to cry.No matter how much you want they dont come back and take the music away along with them."Yet when you strike your chords my heart will break its silence and my heart will be one with your song" these lines from a hymn in childhood come back to me.
Talented individual you are sir. This flowed well. I liked the concept of the musicain playing his piano in some somke filled bar. mundane but its a job. But when SHE walks in the whole mood of the place lifts. his music takes on a vibrant almost jazz like tone. I enjoyed the way your brought musical instruments in to the peice and also the sea and the moods of the sea. I get the impression that our piano player knows the songs she likes to hear. That is why she goes in to the bar where he plays. And she leaves she tells the bar tender to give the piano player a burbon on the rocks. he arrives home in the early hours where they disscuss the performance over good food and red wine. Great write from the 2nd city Carl
You must have known I would be here to review this, and what should I say beside the real teardrop,
a single one that gathered from your poetic lyrics of how (she) makes you feel;
you must know it to be real,
I feel that same way and yet you said it for us both, (un)Knowingly,
have we met?
Ah yes, once in a dream,
and now I'm here looking into my heart, I needed this,
although moments ago on this site I read words only of anger and danger,
dangerous to this very beautiful heart that beats
when I read poems
JUST LIKE THIS.
I am a part time photographer and poet when I am not earning my normal crust. I live in Kent in the UK in a little village called Upnor which is right on the River Medway.
I love photographing sunris.. more..