Leaving me softly

wednesday,june 13, 2007

seeds of voices germinating from the depth of silence,

transforming into curious shapes,

Ascending circles of smoke,

Tremor of the sea,

Trembling heart beats of the wind,

Or with what will i compare you?

In my solitary room,

In a lazy mid-day,

When sunbeams created an ethereal air,

music of Paul Robson filled my self...

Unfolding a small universe of intense emotions,

pearls of his voice are sliding

along the glazing surface of notes...

visual of an evening sun,

golden rays have fallen in the river current,

thousands of little suns,

me blinded by the dazzling light,

A piano note fleets inside,leaving abruptly,

splashing through the sounds of crystal gingles...

Paul Robson defuses everything,

a skiing over the expanse of life,

a slow pace,

its now disappearing,

at a time most unexpected,

leaving me alone,

into a crack of silence,

sinking with the music,

Myself sinking deep,

and no more.

and music there alone.

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