*When listening to the sound of the piano
and the violins all together,
a feeling overwhelms.
I'm driving by houses and blurs of trees,
being blackened by my eye lids
and is now replaced by a glossy grand piano.
Looking to the lower key range
the keys begin to softly hold chords.
It plays the silence with wonder and ambition.
Double the octave the keys begin to play faster.
A rift, a melody of the stars
they dance with a three part harmony.
The scene transforms to a luminous meadow,
flowers bloom and colors burst while
the melody lifts with the violin soothing,
mixing with a sound of passion.
The violins stroke up and down.
Crystals fall from the sky
swirling with the intensity of the music.
The sun begins to fall,
the stars, times a billion illuminate the sky.
I am now walking toward a light.
My eyes open to find myself in Carnegie Hall,
my fingers travel lightly over the smooth
piano keys and it takes over once more.*
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 5:23 AM UTC
*When listening to the sound of the piano
and the violins all together,
a feeling overwhelms.
I'm driving by houses and blurs of trees,
being blackened by my eye lids
and is now replaced by a glossy grand piano.
Looking to the lower key range
the keys begin to softly hold chords.
It plays the silence with wonder and ambition.
Double the octave the keys begin to play faster.
A rift, a melody of the stars
they dance with a three part harmony.
The scene transforms to a luminous meadow,
flowers bloom and colors burst while
the melody lifts with the violin soothing,
mixing with a sound of passion.
The violins stroke up and down.
Crystals fall from the sky
swirling with the intensity of the music.
The sun begins to fall,
the stars, times a billion illuminate the sky.
I am now walking toward a light.
My eyes open to find myself in Carnegie Hall,
my fingers travel lightly over the smooth
piano keys and it takes over once more.*
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