Lie down and hear the music.
Brahms.
Hear the melody as it moves,
The blend of the instruments,
The cadence of the violins.
Imagine the shadowy dancers
Waltzing on the polished floor,
Revolving, pausing,
Beginning again.
Feel the breeze
Through open windows
As it ruffles clothes and curtains.
See the tent of sky above,
The stars in the dark night,
As the music envelops you.
Brahms.
Alms for the weary soul.
I'm a librarian living near NYC, have had several poems and stories, as well nonfiction published in various ezines. I've finally broken through in print as my novel "Where Do the Children Play?" a story based on true events concerning the kidnapping and drowning of a young boy, was published by Black Rose Writing last October. They are also publishing my second novel, "In Elysian Fields," a love story between a baseball player and a poet, due out July 4 of this year. View more posts
Lovely Tom, thank you.
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