I keep to myself. Thought to say hello to any passing fans I have here. What would you like to hear in a classical piano version of?
Enjoy a poem I wrote
54 An Echo.
It was scented pine.
An echo from another worldÂ
She wore the scent.
Streaks of sunset breaking
through soft spoken clouds.
She;
Who I describe
So eloquently.
Was dying in my arms.
We drifted through sunken vineyards
& spoke to ancient wallsÂ
Red was the color
That's all I could remember.
I miss holding on to something
That I have never held on to before
It was a stabbing from a mugging
Air bloomed ripe with cedar wine
I have so little left.
In an empty snow globe
Black with no stars
No sound.
She thought of me,
-Once.
Her lips were red.
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