Unfinished Symph
Music makes the world go round;
Oh, that much is true. Cajoling my own eardrums
With rhythm, pace and blues. It strikes a chord, at least in me
And I mean that metaphorically.
Piano
I let the harmony,
Lift my spirit free,
Allow my fingers dance along,
To create a symphony. Major or minor,
Notes twirl and sing,
It begins to get louder,
Climax to a cacophony.
That Music Thing
Straight ram, no juice,. My brain, partly confused,. Lungs so loose,. Looking down to my shoes,. Free the laces and let loose,. Start the music,. Imagine the fast flight,. Past the moon,.
Rainbow In The Dark
I like this part... ~ by (Ronnie James) Dio
R.I.P. Do your demons,
do they ever let you go. When you've tried,
do they hide,
deep inside. Is it someone that you know. You're just a picture.