Thousands of miles apart:
You stroke the weakest
inches of my body
in minor scale
like a before-breakfast hug
still half-full of sleep.
The most melodic part
of you lingers inside,
souvenir from heaven - your warmth
doesn’t miss an atom of me.
The dynamics, the tempo twists
are but one teaspoon tip’s worth
of spice --
pain fades as a virgin’s shyness
and I’m left with scraps of promise,
of dream
to let myself fall back
asleep, confident you’ll catch me
in the arms of your waltz.
Author notes
Aug. 27, 2009
his music helped me to calm & sleep when I was sore & sick... what more can one expect from an artist??
handwritten version.
Honesty, please...
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Oh this is beautiful. Amazing title and it went SO well. I loved the ending.. being tranced to a beautiful waltz. Well done, nice sentiments.
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I love the concept of this one...I also love music and if I have a 'piano man' for myself that would be nice also...thanks for sharing this piece...
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Very good stuff, Diana. Love it.
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thanks
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oooo! L.O.V.E.L.Y !!
just stunning!
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thanks
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