Your hands dance among the ivory In sync with one another Creating a perfect harmony While the sun pours through the window Adding a glowing light to your display of talent And a shimmer to your face I get lost in thoughts When I hear you play I begin to drift away Among the stars For a time everything seems okay Oh, would you re-play that one for me once more?
at the end of the afterlife, when the dust finally settles, she climbs into a warm bed made of soft, wispy clouds, listening to lilting melodies, from her childhood memories, falling into a peaceful slumber.
Soft as clouds of tranquility, flowing with notes of sweet melodies. This pipe of mine's an escape from reality. Music never sounded so heavenly. Dreams are exhaled from the life of my lungs. Faintly they're heard, in whispers they're sung, with the chiming of bells, distantly rung. My heart know's the words. It just can't teach my tongue.
My birds, a winsome kaleidoscope of colour and sound I stand within myself in my clearing, a tiny, circular garden filled simply with encroaching trees and a circle of pale concrete underfoot
Marred only with snaring daisies, quiet allure, and I take the time to romance the colours I behold so dearly as they swim through my blurred, jarring vision and as I melt wholly into the river beside me.
My garden is the only good left in this world especially now that I have left it.
Welcome to the sunny little room in my dreams, where I get to see an angel face smiling back at me. When he reaches his hand out for mine, I touch him and feel peace. His warm sea green eyes pierce deep into mine, and I would rather die than ever leave his side. But I know once I wake up he'll be long gone. So I try to enjoy this place where he makes me feel like I belong.