Attentive student of the songs of birds,
    No beakèd beast hath e'er more sweetly trill'd
A pair of notes or call'd in major thirds
    Or minor with musicality more skill'd.
Adaptive linguist, practic'd in the tongue  
    Of wingèd feather'd creatures, thou hast writ
Into "The Birdsong Songbook" songs unsung
    By birds which yet harmoniously fit.
And though the book began in higher throats
    Diversely tun'd by Nature's artful hand
Ere measur'd were the times and tones of notes,
    (Which often rest them now upon a stand),
Its finest lines (o'er which I now do rave)
Witness thy penmanship on every stave.

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the thing about me is that i am a dreamer
i imagine far away coasts and stormy seas
in my bed while listening to fantasia on greensleeves

i imagine i have it all
being charmed by the prince of the renaissance
a forbidden love between big and small
in my bed listening to 12 danzas: oriental

but i suppose time is fading for us dreamers

the coasts are fading and the storms will reign

for we learn to remember

they are only dreams and dreams will come again

Hope!

In the far off land of Dae-han-min-guk, on a brand new day.

An angel's fingers dance and prance on the ivories.,
So confident the way she plays.

Like magic! Sending the gift of music to me flying though time and space.,

The music flowed out of the piano like birds singing good morning new day,

Amazingly!

Thousands of piano notes,
Filled with elegance and charm travel to my ears.,

This angel sent to me a gift of hope today.,

I have never heard or seen such a wondrous thing,
I must be traveling through a beautiful dream...


© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Worth more than diamonds and gold.
Fingers float above a river of piano keys,
Fingers play music that sounds sweeter than bird's song.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

God sends His glory of song to these fingers.
Fingers play with much love and devotion for God,
Fingers battle summer's Cicada hum and afternoon fatigue.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Worth more than diamonds and gold.
Fingers of mystery; which bring light, hope and peace to all.
Fingers accept the challenge of writing new song.

Fingers so beautiful and precious.
They are priceless!

Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

While sitting here one sunny day
my favourite music started to play
It started soft and grew in sound
when the ***** boomed around
Emotions running high and low
while the sound of music ran its show
The sound of brass echoes through
with string quartet making things anew
The concert hall is filled with tone
chilling you right to the bone
the audience goes wild at the end of the show
and maestro conductor takes his bow
for the encore there's the sound of Bach
the audience leaves for now it is dark!

Hollowed within the frozen finger tips,
as each stroke of the key vibrates a crisp C.

The piano home key that resonates the beginning,
and the place of birth of most classical music.

Then the C chord echoed with E and G,
while the journey read like a journal.

So it stood as the progression of time,
like the life force intertwined with each notes.

Where does your hand take you to the next step of life,
as you create the next stroke of your dream song.

Hallowed within the frozen finger tips,
and the final song is the end of life.

Make your perfection of music,
as if you can no longer play a next tune.

I hear the piano in the background
As the cello starts to play
The violin starts up next
As the music makes you sway
The cello plays faster
As we spin around
The violin speeds up now
As we fall to the ground
The piano plays slowly
As the rain starts to fall
I look at you knowing I have nothing to fear
Nothing at all

In the beginning, there was only you and I
Then we were apart, somehow.
We waited for ages, things over long ago
To return to each others arms.

There was searching, longing, and trust-
Issues were brought to the fore.
And then I found you there and thus
We were together again once more.

We met under a moonlit field,
Somewhere under the arc of heaven
We embraced, our restful reunion
And our pace slowed with the other.

And we lay in the field of flowers
And we lay together, now we are
Under the aurora of a tenuous fate
Against a sight of unbarred sky.

As we turn to each other our eyes
Decry a song, and play our notes
Telling the world of love that longed
Through an epoch of silent ties.

"There are tiny drops of rain, see
The clouds are crying for us too."
But you, you keep quiet and stare
The air for us/still too new.

But there's a beauty in the simple change
Of shade between light and dark.
Always together, never apart,"
She would remark,
They will shift, and they will shift,
They will choose, and chase
They will shift, and they will shift
Until Night gives way to Day."

And speaking softly -

“As they will shift, and they will shift
All these subtle sights of november skies
We will choose, and we will chase
together, do you know why?.
"Though things will shift and shift and change
And our time will forever go by,
We will choose, and we will chase
each other, You and I."