Speaking my language

It was a minor key kind of day, 
Sharps and flats dictating her mood.
Melancholy, introspective - lost in a world of her own.
Each plaintive note evoking pictures and emotions not possible to voice.
The music whispered to her, teased her, danced with her – stirred her soul.
Eyes closed, her body swayed. 
Every movement a conduit for the sound.
No greater intimacy. 
With each breath the music filled her heart, 
and formed words she would not speak but wished she could. 

 

◄ Jazz

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Jane Briganti

Thu 16th Aug 2018 17:08

You have truly captured the power of the musical note. Bravo!❤ Jane

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Hazel ettridge

Mon 13th Aug 2018 08:50

I love that first line.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Mon 13th Aug 2018 08:18

Beautiful melancholic..💕

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Rose Casserley

Mon 13th Aug 2018 00:04

oh! and the hat!...........😁





Rose 💋

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Rose Casserley

Mon 13th Aug 2018 00:01

love the orchestration Kate.





Rose 💋

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