dancing to
Clair de Lune
I dreamed of you
choirs sing
church bells ring
waltzing in spring
Debussy and Chopin
mastered my childhood
I loved them but
I spent hours at the piano
perfecting perfectionism
a lesson my teacher made sure I'd never forget
nightmares basked in the moon
in the car
age nineteen
I cross the lines
lyrics mean
more to me
open my eyes
to sensuality non-conformity shades of gray
and the blues
once I only knew black and white keys
now I see
dissonant chords and improvisation
what, not everything is planned and perfect?
showtunes and musicals
I gorged on the meat of their stories
sweet delicacies
the orchestra played music that never sounded more delicious
night descends
first love ends
six years to mend
drinking in
Taylor's blend: acoustic pen
melodious lullabies
familiar comfort
Celtic tunes of magical lands faraway
Chinese songs of my parents' day
they used to play when I wouldn't sleep as a baby
and I fell asleep
writing my way into healing
years have passed
take me back
nocturnes bathed in moonlight
dancing to
Clair de Lune
still I dream
of you
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
dancing to
Clair de Lune
I dreamed of you
choirs sing
church bells ring
waltzing in spring
Debussy and Chopin
mastered my childhood
I loved them but
I spent hours at the piano
perfecting perfectionism
a lesson my teacher made sure I'd never forget
nightmares basked in the moon
in the car
age nineteen
I cross the lines
lyrics mean
more to me
open my eyes
to sensuality non-conformity shades of gray
and the blues
once I only knew black and white keys
now I see
dissonant chords and improvisation
what, not everything is planned and perfect?
showtunes and musicals
I gorged on the meat of their stories
sweet delicacies
the orchestra played music that never sounded more delicious
night descends
first love ends
six years to mend
drinking in
Taylor's blend: acoustic pen
melodious lullabies
familiar comfort
Celtic tunes of magical lands faraway
Chinese songs of my parents' day
they used to play when I wouldn't sleep as a baby
and I fell asleep
writing my way into healing
years have passed
take me back
nocturnes bathed in moonlight
dancing to
Clair de Lune
still I dream
of you
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