Watching from stage left


Look how your fingers fall upon the keys

like snow or autumn leaves,


I feel them twine around my heart

in soft caress the music starts,


and with creation comes the song

each year a verse four seasons long.


I cannot find the words to say

what moves in me to hear you play,


nor fathom how you calmed the rage

that kept me beast-like in my cage,


for without words you set me free

with every note you play to me.

◄ Under the pier at Brighton

Night Sailing ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 14th Jul 2019 06:33

Well it seems so, but in this world of self Identifying it ain't necessarily so.


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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 11th Jul 2019 05:07

Thank you folks,

I was reflecting on the things which have in my past given me some peace. Interestingly it was often not in the words of men that I found solace but in the music of men and the nature which inspired it.

I feel the need to qualify my use of the word "men" without reservation I mean humankind, men just fits better. I need to figure out a better way of relating that notion which cannot be interpreted as being exclusive. Sometimes the English language has a few gaps.

This piece may link in nicely with "Healed" written earlier this year.


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Wed 10th Jul 2019 14:19

",,,Each year a verse four seasons long," is rich in meaning and satisfying in context. Just my favorite line in a poem full of beautiful lines!

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Wed 10th Jul 2019 12:19

A very satisfying edifying read David.
Perfect analogy of the piano with its music moods and the concept of the love of nature .poetry in the round. Ray

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Lisa C Bassignani

Wed 10th Jul 2019 11:12

Beautiful indeed

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 10th Jul 2019 10:46

Beautiful, David.

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