“When you play music you discover a part of yourself that you never knew existed.” -Bill Evans (1929–1980)
our guts bring us to the ivories
playing our hearts out- we see
the speck of truth as dust motes be
cheering us on- to move in spirals
as the great sinewy serpent
moving up our chakras knows
we begin again- nested
in beginner's mind safety,
as we prowl the neighboring
wheels of fire- without fascination,
we could not move another inch
this soulsong played long after
happy hour-- the one that sweetly
rocks you to sleep in the wee hours
between midnight and dawn
peeling away in deep dreams
a splash of yellow dahlias spawned,
carrying a soft scent of gingered melon
Kate Lamberg
our guts bring us to the ivories
playing our hearts out- we see
the speck of truth as dust motes be
cheering us on- to move in spirals
as the great sinewy serpent
moving up our chakras knows
we begin again- nested
in beginner's mind safety,
as we prowl the neighboring
wheels of fire- without fascination,
we could not move another inch
this soulsong played long after
happy hour-- the one that sweetly
rocks you to sleep in the wee hours
between midnight and dawn
peeling away in deep dreams
a splash of yellow dahlias spawned,
carrying a soft scent of gingered melon
Kate Lamberg
"Middle C" on my ivories~photo by Kate Lamberg~
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