turk coys
music came into being
we stood in the garden
a vast sunset at dawn
we listened as she sang
black as raven voice of comet
milk of kindness
web of doubt
i knew then i had to sing that song forever
my fingers grew into keys which unlocked the notes
the notes were louder than silk yet softer than sun
the moon seemed all flute
i moved her one bar to the east
darling piano i tramp on your pedals
you resonate on and unto the aether
what song did our mother sing on that morning ?
what song did our sister welcome the night ?
what song did our daughter ask to be born ?
what song did all people enter the grave ?
then i stepped up to play
but my voice was all distant
like somebody else from so long ago
its never the same no matter how often it happens
so get on that stage and on with the show
This is just gorgeous….
I love music, always will
love always….
My piano does need a tune… overdue; and another hazard of Sydney’s humidity in summer – the keys stick after you hit them. I don’t need a page turner, I need a key lifter. No, it’s never the quite same which is something.
I do feel my earths movin’ hearin’you say that ,
never mine you go tryna sing any o ‘at , Hooahny-pie …
Great pic today but I hope this doesn’t imply that your ‘under water’, if so, may the current bring you back to shore.
AsAlways,
Darrin K.
you’ve got a friend plays at the hair salon
their new haircuts look good
a little girl sings dancing in heaven
school of seven bells plays at the record shop
untitled 23 forever in the cd player
another weekend in suburbia
the machine resets
i squint my eyes
yawn, then sigh
life is full of surprise
the church actually sound like this poem.
how is that?
Abstract Illusion 11712 :
I’ve been dreaming of wearing my red crown
Strike king all over this windy town
Maybe my eyes are telling me too many lies
Can’t ask why these diamonds shining so bright.
Now I’m running incoming like a fire plane
I shuttle my muscles through this empty rain.
Days without shadows the sun does not rise
A reputation of men and flies
Blue lit runway has slipped away
I can’t seem to land this lfe’s plane.
AzAwayz,
Darrin JK
It was great to get Isadore, speaking of music from a dream. Some lovely stuff there.
Your Friend in Pennsylvania
(Now in Cocoa Beach)
I like this one. Life and performing no two days,performances are the same. Something to look forward to, the wonder of it all.
So beautiful, I’m all misty.
we pray uncertainty leads to breakthrough comfort