Lost in song:
the aches of heart
and bones
suspended
in the joy of the moment,
the joy of music.
The passion
shared in chorus,
the chorded choired notes
and blended strings
transcending.
The intercourse
of the beyond
as rippled fingers
caress strings
tickling ears
into smile.
Intertwined
our souls
blend like smoke
and incense.
2 comments:
A lovely poem, Keith. And so poignant for that wonderful lady in your life. I do hope she's more well now.
Words from deep within the heart Keith...with much feeling, I enjoyed reading that.
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