The Conductor

 

Forgive me, for in you, I can only confide

My choices are set but fate can only decide

I am merely borrowing a moment of eternity

Hoping to give meaning to a growing affinity

 

To raise my hand is to share my life to music

Lifting it up lightly as I listen how it speak

It tickles my skin and soothes my restive heart

But to wave my hand is to have music depart

 

It plays with my memories like golden strings

Igniting frozen dreams into a thousand springs

Raising spirits of distant past and future scenes

Evoking my every triumphs and agonizing sins

 

Suddenly my heart and soul recalls another tune

One that magnifies the beautiful light of the moon

A symphony accompanied by a voice in the air

As stars shine through the wave of her black hair

 

But with realization comes the curse of silence

Morphing my smiles into a monster of pretense

I tremble with tears each time I hold a cold baton

Now that I know what I lost and is now truly gone

  

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In My Studio / Sunday

29.12.2013 / 7:32 PM

My Work

Every day I write

From left to right

Without any light

All thru the night

With the moon in sight

Whose pale as white

Beaming a dream

Flowing as a stream

Soft as ice cream

Full to the brim

Thick as a ream

I am not a writer

Nor one brighter

But only a fighter

With feet lighter

And a heart tighter

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Tell Me

Repeat after me

Or just let it be

Words are free

That we can agree

An echo in your heart

Is ready to depart

Aiming to be a part

Of a family to start

But Honesty is needed

Love to be seeded

Care to be heeded

Lies to be ceded

It is worth waiting

As emotions escalating

With Loneliness abating

For a future worth creating

So now please tell me

Don’t just let it be

You must set it free

Even if we disagree

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Enigma

Oh Lady of mine

How odd you shine

Lavishly you dine

While men whine

Your lips like wine

So full and fine

Words like twine

A source to pine

You cross any line

Yet you are divine

A maze by design

A feat to define

A curse or a sign

Still I wish I am thine

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Theory of the Day

What I want is pointless

What I see is senseless

If my words are oft lost

To whom I love the most

For angels will fall

If love is absent to all

For heaven will be empty

 If hate is all but plenty

The sun will never rise

 If tomorrow is no surprise

The air will be quiet and still

 Without laughter to fill

The oceans will run dry

 Without our tears and cry

The flowers will never bloom

 Without a bride and a groom

The sky will be gray and pale

 Without a woman in a veil

For life can never be born

 Out of darkness and scorn

For we have to seize each day

Pray that love will never betray

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