Stood like an inanimate swan
Curvaceous and smooth
With graceful fingers
You'll succumb to a subtle groove
The notes will hypnotise you
Shivers will tingle
Starting from within
Every pore shall musically mingle
The shadow of the cello
Stands tall, a musical greatness
It's notes dance upon ears
Making spirits feel weightless
©Kim Brown 18th September 2012
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Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.
Poetry is like a musical; Words upon a page, that Maybe an Actor would see, and reenact upon a stage.
Detached notes sprung from our hearts, Bright, Off-beat, Reeessssstttttt... And play. ...Hesitant, staccato, merry meeting... Tempo racing, high laughing pitch. Jolly C major.
Sing the truth from your heart Until your throats bleeds with the painful words you choke on - When an artist sings they're expressing themselves in the only way they know how.
I long to write something of beauty, I long to write words from my soul. I long to be able to describe my love for you, In words that will never grow old.
Play me your music, Lull me with a song. Sing to me those words, I've been waiting for so long. Notes are better then words, So play them to me. Crescendo out your heart, Let me really see.
They say a thousand words can be captured in one painting and I believe it to be true. For what words could I speak that I couldn't just show you. No sayings to ponder within your own head.
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