Silent
the keys that have no sound.
Empty the room
where no voice is heard.
Hollow, the sound
of a heart that beats alone.
All wait for the
right musician,
singer,
companion.
To make their appointed sound
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
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Exquisite.
You sound pretty good to me.
Great work on the template!
Great photo, sad poem
Life is a cakewalk!
Ask Jerry Lee Lewis....
(Darn, my piano is still in storage)
I thought they were stairs. Well they do go up and down. Imagine if we walked up the stairs and music played?
Inspiring - I'm sending this to a friend who has been out of the playing circuit for too long. Ditto Barbara.
Love this picture and the words you wrote that go with it!
Here from Michele this mornung, David....
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