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Apr 2012
An abandoned piano waits to be played in a deserted dance hall a woman waits in an empty house
To be loved the piano can play anything it just depends on the skill of the one who set down to play
In any sense it still will take the listener on a journey by scale and notes life is breathed into the lifeless
World that is the world without music riches rise from dim shadows the player creates visual wonders
That extend beyond place and time the ivories are the bridge it beckons the lost and lonely to this float
That enters by sound on air nowhere else can you walk so freely it doesn’t matter if it’s a run down
Section of town close your eyes for a little while you will be a master of a palace riches that are true
Bare not the taint of money and the traps it can hold how many who were rich found failure and
Delusion when they thought dollars would make them happy it is the creation that flows through
Music literature and religious faith family these are treasure houses that are inexhaustible box of wood
With sinew of piano wire connected to keys that know the true and direct entrance into the soul all
Is well when the piano speaks so well it can run the gamut expose the sad and lonely envelope you at all
Levels but guard you all the while notes call you out and into precarious circumstances but you are in
Company of powerful insights the inner riddles of success are explained they do so plainly or by nuance
Is not this also the language of love it is rhapsody you can only get there by surrender you release your
Torture and chained self to an outer world of promise and possibility that you have no control of
The gate opens first the steps are steeped in fear questions abound and then you listen and watch
The other person that is of interest must give up the safety lodgings that they have dwelled in for
Years the hour is on each live through open expression and find the shadows hold only mystery that is
A harbinger that entreats through this means if not rigid who bears many names selfish stubbornness
Initial unwillingness to show your lost state when it comes to saying I’m only one that seeks answers
I possess very few in my own knowledge trust must be ventured on and belief that you and another
Can find dreams that will sustain and maintain your life in a real world you lose your heart then you find
Your true happiness it was in inaccessible heights your wings only grow when your tongue speaks the
Language of love then you fill them with this rare air and ascend the heights now you you sail on
Music scales to great depths and heights with ease spellbound now where before you were bound
Where did I get this I see it in the eyes the voice and soul of those who know true love
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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