#*The Violin’s azure strings wept softly,
from inside of a mind made cell;
musical echoes lamenting,
a poignant abyss too vast to fill
each and all silenced reverie,
leaving the philosopher’s stone
unthrown
Blue guitar minor chord changes,
bent notes phrasing sharps and flats;
memories ― gently weeping confirmation
as a repressed flow of soul
pensively leaks out
The spirit's currents eddy
suffused within written verve;
silently purging the soul's fountains ―
musical rivulets swell
quietly overflowing
an alchemist’s soul unfurled*...
© harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
#*The Violin’s azure strings wept softly,
from inside of a mind made cell;
musical echoes lamenting,
a poignant abyss too vast to fill
each and all silenced reverie,
leaving the philosopher’s stone
unthrown
Blue guitar minor chord changes,
bent notes phrasing sharps and flats;
memories ― gently weeping confirmation
as a repressed flow of soul
pensively leaks out
The spirit's currents eddy
suffused within written verve;
silently purging the soul's fountains ―
musical rivulets swell
quietly overflowing
an alchemist’s soul unfurled*...
© harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
September sojourn ...9/15/2016
... journal entry: an unexpected perfect storm, casting ashes into the ocean
& bluebirds
A musician with a wounded wing ...
trying to find the strength to fly.
Nothing fills the chasm left behind
when we lose an invisible,
indivisible, irreplaceable thread
that binds the tapestry of our lives...
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1750888/a-lonely-bird-without-a-song/
...you never know what you've got until it's gone.
https://youtu.be/I5raMzavYgE
Amos Lee - "Violin"
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