WRITE ME A MELODY

piano

Sing me a song.

Write me a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

Until I hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway​ places

And times that are long gone.

I close my eyes.

I can still hear your words.

I can see your fingers

Stroking the black and white.

Your words have taken flight.

They reverberate through time.

They have left your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

​To wipe away my empty tears.

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….like the birds sing.

 

….like the birds sing.

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“I want to sing like the birds sing,
not worrying about who hears
or what they think.”
~ Rumi

 

 

 

Text & photo source: “The Garden of Pensiveness” on Facebook

Source: ….like the birds sing.

PLAY ME A SONG

“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).

 

Play me a song.

Don’t get me wrong.

I love your singing voice.

But the harp is my choice.

The music soothes my sad soul.

From the day taking its toll.

I need the music today.

Please sit down for me and play.

MOON SHADOW







I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

SING ME A SONG

 
 
SING ME A SONG
 
Sing me a song.
Write me a melody.
Of times gone by
And moments lost in time.
 
Stroke the keys.
Massage the ivories.
Raise your voice high
Until all can hear your words.
 
Words of hope and loss.
Sing them loud and clear.
Stories of far away places
And times long gone.
 
I close my eyes.
I can still hear your words.
I can see your fingers
Stroking the keys so softly.
 
The words have taken flight.
They reverberate through time.
They have left your lips
To land in my heart.
 
A sweet melody
To soothe my advancing years.
A pretty song
To fill my empty heart.