I had closed the door upon my wounded heart
and I wouldn't let anyone in
I had trusted and loved only often to be hurt
but was determined it would never happen again!

I then locked that door and took that old rusty key
and flung it as long and as far as I could
this time it was different I wouldn’t give in
For my heart was at last closed for good!

Then one winter day you entered my life
And I realized my heart had been lifted
That tiny little key that I had hurled hard away
Was just seconds from being re-gifted!

It was at this moment when you held out your hand
there was only one thing I could possibly do
a smile crossed my lips…it was then that I knew
That the key to my heart… it was you!

The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that I fall in love daily
Held under so many captivating spells
moulded and crafted by all walks of life
I find myself longing for all of you
the broken, the fallen, the bruised
the saints, the sinners
the righteous, the dispossessed
the holy, the unholy
all meet here
to speak of life
as they feel it
as only we know it.
Onwards, upwards
Downward spirals
kindness, cruelty
crashing through boundaries
bounding across oceans
carried on wistful sighs and broken dreams
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that it breaks my heart
Then brings me back to love again
All within an hour.

Jazz…

Spontaneous! Unique!
You are certainly one of a kind…
The notes you play caress my heart…
Your words, they fill my mind.

Alto…Baritone…Upright Bass…
Your voice is an instrument…
My soul must embrace.

Pizzicato… crescendo…
Feel the rhythms sway us to and fro
Your eyes can say with just one glance
All that my heart will need to know

Profundo…staccato…
Why must this symphony come to an end?
So we may return once more to the notes we played
And perfect our love again!

Bravo?
Encore?
La Fine!