Raining Days

I love the raining days, she silences all noises of the human world, she surrounds me with warmth and protection, she sings to me with the voices of heaven. I love the raining days, I would see the world in grey, through my parallel windows, covered in raindrops. I love the raining days, I listen to the sound of the pouring waters, splashing and bashing, in rhythmic harmony with my heart. I love the raining days, I would listen to some piano works, and close my eyes, or sing along, and feel the sweet mystical sounds, how they stir my soul! Oh I love the raining days, a watercolour forms before my eyes, beautiful swirls of broad and fine. Raining days, I too am silent, for it needs no more, no more anything, just my being, my presence; for they will speak, and I listen.

Published in: on 24/02/2013 at 11:06 AM  Leave a Comment  

Liszt in the Rain

The world a play in darkened shades, memories in ink, washed like tears, life of nature she waltzes in puddles, a flight of time, through the strings they sing. Lovers they whisper words in silence, beyond words are paintings of passions, a free spirit, at night it sees, what light hides above, they quieten your mind. Oh how beautiful how beautiful this moment of transcendence! Oh how sublime how sublime this instance of serenity! Expression is my prison for I am man, the soul is eternally free, let our heart dance! What is past shall not come again, what epoch be story all words are vain.

Published in: on 24/02/2013 at 10:52 AM  Leave a Comment