The soloist closes their eyes and leans in to play their instrument, an intertwined movement as the musician and their tool becomes one. An ever so subtle look of one who loves to that which is intimate, knowing the sentiment that was formed now may never be undone.
The dance is bittersweet as the moment has already began to fade, a beautiful sight with the undertones of a melancholic symphony. Even though the house lights stayed a lit and the music swayed the musician could see the end coming of this moment so vividly.
This temporary music spreads out into infinity, where all is left is the memories. Notes and undertones that almost approach divinity, where all is left is the reveries.
The house lights went out, the soloist left gasping for air. Every delicate sensation overwhelmed but they didn't care.
Our nights filled with dreams of music as it drifts quietly off into the night sky forming into stars.
Imagine, I am sitting at the piano. Imagine, you come to sit beside me-to join me. And while I am playing, out of the corner of my eye, I see the twinkle in yours. The longing in your eyes, because I caress the keys of the piano so softly, and you hope, that I might, one day, do the same to you. But I am no more than a simple musician. So imagine this, I can play the piano, but I could make you sing.
Pick up the brush although the handle be thorns and paint with words, or love or tears or rain paint them all the same paint your heart or the sky or a thousand other things paint until the brush is dry and fingers bleed for you are blessed indeed
How lucky we are to have an imagination. Some people don't have one-poor sane things!
Up in the backwoods Of Michigan, lives the Traveling man name of Tim. He's in a band, with a million fans, and I think it is a sin, that he's in better shape than I am, and I'm ******* younger than him. Ever since he got bit by that possum, he will never be the same again.
I had a great conversation with Traveling Man the other day, he's a great dude, and this ode practically wrote itself. Long may he live