The Woman And The Piano. A Sonnet, to my Friend Al Wordlaw (Word55)
Rose beads and falling rain
“Come, my Darling, let me adorn thy love with rose-beads.
Thy sweet-scented-lavender-fragrance, has permeated my heart;
I offer its fiery joy to thy immaculate frame.
Tones, o mellifluous moods drifting of the instrument.
The melody of your strokes floated off the keyboard;
Her hands tapped lightly, as my Heart got lost in wonder.
O Soul! Thou bewildered witness to an ecstatic trance!
You weep with me, as the resonance of her voice,
Like waves, mesmerise my forlorn Heart.
Dance with me, let your sweet rhythm be like rain,
Falling gently upon the wind,
Adding zest and beauty, to the incumbent ambiance.
Come! Sweet Symphony, enthralled in this incomparable rapture,
Let us captivate this moment – my woman; my longing; my Piano!
_ Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. Copyrighted, 25th December, 2015.
The Language of Love
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