The footsteps of home,
they slip across a shiny surface
reflecting back imperfect reality,
and in shadow,
wisdom is discernible.
Blobs of gray
float like Plato’s shadows,
never revealing our destinies.
Our words create a chorus
of mild melodies,
automatic in discordance,
charged in harmony;
sounds knit together
as comforting as a thick afghan
passed down through a million hands
from great, great gran.
Wrap yourself in the sounds of tradition.
When a solo comes,
be sure to listen for:
the weavers inflection,
the sway of the lines,
the tone of each texture,
the fictional falsetto,
the vulnerable vibrato,
but most importantly, the silences.
There are the moments of absolute truth.
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heavenly to immerse yourself, unfortunately Mrs Bump likes noise too much. I have to wait until she goes out before I can get anything done. Hope all’s going well with you.
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It’s going….A few more pages to finish before tomorrow. I can see the week’s finish line, so that’s a good thing. Hope you get a noise break soon. 😉
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Tuesday!
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Ah, sounds blissful. Think my silence is set to commence Monday, 9:15 am.
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…ah, that sounds like the patter of tiny feet!
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Nice work! I like the Rousseau site too…
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Thank you. I find it very soothing. Glad you like it.
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love the analogy of the thick afghan —
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Ty, John. It’s snowy here today, so I need that thick heirloom.
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good old gran: it’s a lovely homely image, nostalgic too —
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Thanks. These words are “ not” to be used for your next pick up lines. 😉
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thanks; will have a few dry runs during the day 🙂
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Very beautifully written. I must admit I got excited about Clair de Lune at the bottom. It was the last piece I ever tried to learn. I spent about 3 years on it. LOL. But that bit after the big chords and before the repeat of the beginning… the bit where the left hand goes all spidery… I could never get it up to speed which frustrated me so much because it is so completely beautiful. So drifty and floaty and extraordinary. Thank you for a beautiful combination of words and music.
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Oh, what a gift to play anywhere near this level. I merely tinker on the keys, but I don’t have a piano here to badly bang on. Do you still play? Thanks for commenting and connecting, 😀
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