I strain my ears listening to find
the source of my souls yearning,
a soundtrack to the hope,
the fingers that play the piano of my dreams.
The orchestra is ready, the audience is waiting...
The conductor has left the stage,
his baton lays on the floor,
deserted
the source of my souls yearning,
a soundtrack to the hope,
the fingers that play the piano of my dreams.
The orchestra is ready, the audience is waiting...
The conductor has left the stage,
his baton lays on the floor,
deserted
7 comments:
welcome to the twilight zone
of cyber-blogism
where blogger and bloggee
foxtrot to a cha-cha
of charades and masquerades . Beware the kalama zoo
doesn't get you
Yes welcome M.A.T
Hope blogosphere doesn't scare you :)
love the imagery!
and the lament..
Thankyou for the visit.
I love your writing style too.
thanx for the welcome...and as for Crimson,that's an interesting choice of pick up line?
powerful and moving stuff dude, keep writing cuz this blog has lots of fans here in my village in pakistan!
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