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Ebony and ivory.
Intermixed clefs.
A landscape of sound.
Not paint, but vibration.
Stories woven in air.

Imagination ignited.
Tales spun from silence.
Love, a melody repeated.
Swooning, a chord held long.

Emotions, a full spectrum.
Darkness, a low rumble.
Light, a high trill.
Hard, a percussive strike.
Soft, a gentle sustain.

Symphonies, vast and sprawling.
Rhapsodies, wild and free.
Logic, a precise sequence.
Mathematics, a hidden structure.

A language without words.
Universal, no translation needed.
Across every boundary.
No wall can hold it back.

Species, all ears attuned.
Culture, a shared experience.
A resonance that binds us.
A bridge built of notes.

Eighty-eight keys.
Eighty-eight possibilities.
Each a doorway.
Each a journey.

From the quietest whisper.
To the loudest roar.
A universe contained.
In the space between.

A heartbeat in rhythm.
A breath in harmony.
The soul expressed.
Pure, unadulterated.

No need for explanation.
No need for justification.
Just the sound.
And the feeling it evokes.

A timeless current.
Flowing through us all.
A language of the heart.
Eighty-eight keys, infinite feeling.
Found myself listening to Jordan Critz.... specifically "Starry Night" and "Novella"  
Music can inspire just as much as lyrics, poems, paintings, or nature.  They inspire feelings, emotional upheavals, joy, imagination, and can touch everyone a different way.
So, I present for your consumption - Eighty-Eight
A heart that's whole brings joy;
But one that is hollow
can only bring sorrow.

Like a raging fire, my love burned,
It quickly outgrew its fireplace
When a single spark jumped out.
From a warm embrace, into a wildfire it turned.

At long last came the soothing rain,
But save the lands it did not do.
Gentle shower, then a downpour,
The fire's wrath was now replaced by the water's reign.

The Sun's smile dries up anything,
Matters not if it's tears or rain,
The lands are finally saved! But...
What about the fireplace? Did it lose everything?

A lone, tiny ember survived,
Hopped to safety just in time,
Weathered the storm in its shelter.
Into the fireplace it bounced, the fire was revived!

My heart is filled with joy,
I share this joy with you.
Love you not to survive,
But Love you because I choose to.
A child’s laugh, a dandelion’s flight,
The first soft touch of morning light.
A hummingbird’s wings, a sigh in the breeze,
The rustling hush of autumn trees.

The way your fingers brush through mine,
The sweetness held in borrowed time.
Happiness hums in the simplest things,
In teacup warmth and sparrow wings.

The world may rush, the clock may race,
But joy is found in time’s embrace.
A fleeting glance, a quiet tune,
The silver glow beneath the moon.
4. The Beauty of Small Moments
Joy
i hope when real joy
knocks on your door
that you won't run nor hide,
i hope you let it in your heart
without second thought,
i hope you learn to love,
appreciate and let it stay
as long as it needs to heal
the parts of you that
have been longing for it,
i hope you know and believe
that you deserve it,
i hope laughter won't feel like
clutching at your chest
afraid of what might come next,
i hope you won't hold onto the anxiety
the steals what makes your soul
truly fulfilled and happy..
In this realm, joy ascends on high,
Like the falcon’s wings that pierce the sky,
Rivers of light, in torrents flow,
Through the heart's chambers, where secrets grow.

As wine, its essence floods the soul,
Awakening powers that make us whole,
A fire unchained, wild and free,
Where thoughts are woven in destiny.

Desires take flight like the nightingales' song,
Whispers of kings from eras long gone,
The world unfolds in its splendour, vast,
A dance of colours, unsurpassed.

In this blaze, I am reborn anew,
A child of the stars, the heavens' dew,
With each heartbeat, the universe spins,
Under the gaze of the eternal sun that wins.

Joy surges forth, like the ocean’s roar,
Imagination endless, forevermore,
As wine, it fills the veins of man,
I am the flame, the eternal plan.
Wings of Ecstasy 21/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Can you hold my hand so I don't fall?
Even though happiness pays me,
Like she owes me debt,
Sadness still comes a'knocking,
Looking for little bills and floor pennies.
Because I didn't put money,
In his street jam cup.
Though he'd just buy bottles of melancholy with it.
Just till he stops bottom feeding.
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 17
In the quiet of a moonlit night, Jamil stands still, surrounded by the whispers of his own heart. Each eye—each voice within him—begins to speak, each sharing its own perspective on love. They reveal the depths of their thoughts, all of them united in one truth: that love, in its countless forms, is the most profound and intricate experience one can know. And so, Jamil listens, his heart wide open, as the eyes of his soul speak to him in rhymes and rhythms, each offering their own vision of love.

Starry Eyes:
“Love is the light that whispers on high,
A glimmer that dances in the midnight sky.
Infinite, silent, it guides with grace,
A celestial touch in time and space.”

Caring Eyes:
“Love is the warmth in a tender embrace,
A healing touch, a soft, kind face.
It’s the quiet that soothes, the gentle hand,
A steady heart that helps you stand.”

Practical Eyes:
“Love is built on time’s steady beat,
A promise kept, a vow complete.
It’s not in fleeting passion’s fire,
But in quiet work and hearts that aspire.”

Jealous Eyes:
“Love is a treasure, delicate and rare,
To guard it close with tender care.
A flame that flickers, a spark to keep,
Guard it well, lest it fall too deep.”

Fierce Eyes:
“Love is a storm that cannot be tamed,
A fire that burns, an unquenchable flame.
It sears the soul, it takes no pause,
Love is the wildest of untamed laws.”

Shy Eyes:
“Love is a whisper, soft and shy,
A glance, a smile, a secret sigh.
It blooms in silence, like a flower in the dark,
Hidden, yet bright, with a silent spark.”

Broken Eyes:
“Love can break, but still it mends,
A crack in the heart that time defends.
From the ruins, it rises anew,
Love’s strength is born from pain we knew.”

Open Eyes:
“Love is endless, wild and free,
A dance of joy, a storm at sea.
It is both light and dark combined,
A journey, unbound, for hearts to find.”

Lustful Eyes:
“Love is the heat, the touch, the fire,
A blaze that burns with fierce desire.
It flares up sudden, wild and free,
A breathless chase, a symphony.”

Gorgeous Eyes:
“Love is beauty, a divine creation,
A canvas of light, a sweet temptation.
It’s the art that makes the soul take flight,
A vision that dazzles, pure and bright.”

Jamil:
“Now I see, love’s many hues,
A fire, a whisper, a moment that renews.
It is fierce and soft, in every part,
A dance of soul, a work of art.”
The Eyes Speak: A Rhythmic Tale of Love 17/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Nature Feb 17
Perfumes smell elegant,
It spreads its fragrance wherever it is ,
Hi dear...💕 I wish you to be a perfume ,
Perfume of happiness
Wherever you are, spread happiness.....💓
Spreading happiness is a talent that spreads love , it can't be studied but  can only expressed from  bottom of our hearts.
Elaina Feb 17
Uncovering joy
In the middle of sadness
What a sweet release
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