The keys of a piano
sing silent silhoettes
of lives in dreams.
Can you sometimes
feel their touch,
soft and gentle,
an interlude in the mind.
Step lightly
and let your fingertips
breathe in symphony,
for there isn’t another way
to suggest
she does move me
to want to
find words,
to search deep in her eyes,
and feel touched
by her passionate soul.
Inside these dreams
would I wait forever,
to know she can move me,
to breathe her gentle elegance.
She stood in the sidewalk cafe,
journal under her arm,
and glanced my way,
but I was too afraid,
her magic seemed to envelop
my every move.
I smiled and she grinned
finding balance in the air
we breathe.
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3 thoughts on “Muse”
The Creative Chic
silent silhoettes and breathe in symphony are my favorite lines! Gorgeous!
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a quiet man
Thank you – I think genuine inspiration can move mountains of inner turmoil. I can only be grateful.
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The Creative Chic
You’re welcome. I couldn’t agree more with you.
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