Poem – Going Somewhere

I’m finally getting somewhere
Just maybe
I’m going somewhere
Hopefully.

Just think positive
think
think
think positive….

Finally,
I might be
able to say
I love you.

Again.

Feel your gentle arms
wrapped around me.
Your hand, resting
in mine.

Oh, doesn’t love
work so mysteriously?
So beautifully
So… unpredictable

I might be going somewhere

Going somewhere, going

Where to, I’ll see
when I get there

Poem – There is no River

A river once flew.
with all it’s majesty.
Giving life and love,
to a single tree.

And the tree grew,
Tall and strong,
But one day,
The river stopped.

And the tree did not grow.
It needed the river.
And it’s roots shriveled.
And it’s branches drooped

The water left.
And the tree stood dying.
Wishing, hoping.
That the water would come back.

Poem – Time Shall Rule Forever

The seconds pass
the minutes pass
weeks, months
years, Time rules everywhere

Nothing can escape it
All must be its subject
condemned to live in Time
One way, never the other.

Time is a mysterious thing
it works in interesting ways
Not seen, heard, smelled, touched, or tasted,
It’s just there

And it’s undetectable, yet there
it’s everywhere.
It dominates
Time is not any more, any less

Time shall rule forever.

Poem – From The Ashes

Black soil engulfs
the shine of his skin.
His moans for help are weak,
though undeterred.

Stumbling forward, back
the blinding sun watching
guiltily.

It could have been him.
Or them. He didn’t know.
Who did he die for?
Selfishness or Selflessness?

Neither did him well.

His hand brushes the
dirt and soot from his eyes
and cheeks,

And brushes the
tears from his eyes,
and cheeks.

He returns to the grave,
where he rose,
valiant over Death,
victorious over Fate.

Standing over,
he looks down
into the broken coffin

He laid back down.
Closed his eyes.

And called for Death
to come once more.

Poem – I Dream

Living in a dream,
I feel free.
Free from the limits of reality.
Boundless and free.

A dream, my dream,
Longed for.
Here at last.
Living in a dream

A dream unlike others,
This is my dream,
When I lie in bed at night,
I dream,

Dream of distant lands,
Far-off worlds,
Strange creatures,
I dream,

Dream of adventures,
Risks,
Living on the edge,
I dream,

Dream of discoveries,
of oceans,
of mountains,
I dream,

Dream till the night,
has no more dreams for me,
And I wait throughout the day
Till evening, when once again,

I dream.

Poem – The Silent Tree

Gentle and forlorn,
Darkness creeps,
Slowly stalking
The solemn presence.

A misplaced light glistens
As the moon shines softly
Upon the tender branches
Of the Silent Tree.

And the winds lightly
Speak, very quietly.
Unspoken voices
Of the Silent Tree

And the tender river
Flows smoothly,
Life pours into the aged roots
Of the Silent Tree

And unheard by Nature,
The delicately woven song
Beautifully voiced
By the Silent Tree

Poem – The Piano

As my fingers rest on the keys,
Preparing for the song,
I close my eyes.

I visualize the song,
Hearing the melody in my mind,
And I close off my mind.

I simply stop thinking,
And let the music, my soul, and my fingers,
Do all the work.

My fingers begin the journey,
Flying through the keys,
Like cheetas.

The music fills me,
And I drift off,
Into the beautiful harmony.

My fingers soften,
Into an Andante pianissimo.
And a ralentando takes into affect.

As a decresendo takes me,
To a near-impossible pianississimo,
I pause, and jump into fortissimo.

The pace quickens to Presto,
With a cresendo livening up the feeling,
Marcatos are suddenly followed by rests.

Without warning, my fingers fly into 64th notes,
And I keep it up, even in cut-time.
The audience is awed, but I haven’t even breaked a sweat.

Finally, the song ends with an arpeggio,
Growing louder in the room and in the soul,
Until one, quite Minor chord ends the song.

For the first time in,
-What,5 min., I can’t even tell-
I open my eyes.

The vibrations are still heard,
within the room,
and the audience erupts with clapping.

I bow and my smile beams,
but it is not the attention that gets to me.
It is the music.

The melodies and chords,
They are my life.
Music is in my soul.

Music is my soul.