There was a code of silence
One note at a time played thereafter
It was melody of joy
The rhythm was oh boy
Tone full of essence
The piano hitting all the right notes
Pleasure for listening
Piano story of its own
A Baldwin bollard
Every note getting everyone’s attention
The blend soothing to the end
Remembrance of a Death
A life risen within the tempo
A time of when and how
Rhapsody from then
Reflection being the selection
The piano was the representation
The piano keys said it all
Then came the curtain call

some people have with dominance
possession  power and control
looks like a rather desperate reaction
to the widely known
     but mostly unacknowledged fact
that we are unable to control our lives
and live them as we have imagined

Bright, golden yellow delight
Sunny fields
Natural daffodils
Ringing of spring
Making me happy, want to sing
Butterflies and bees in the air
Like airplanes and helicopters
Landing to kiss you.


Shell ✨🐚