Epitome of the works I bequeath to you - III: 10/28/13 Week 3 (from the Daily Paul weekly poem thread).Submitted by The Pen on Mon, 10/28/2013 - 12:16
This brief account I confess freely,
that has ever haunted…a piano in an early dream:
green incandescence shone the inner-workings,
with nuances in the sheen of the strings,
and the hammers waves of trebuchet
swung with immensities upon them…
to deafening resonance,
flittering with undertows of tri-tone
and dissonant chords that level
the soul in surrender…
with it my fingers ethereal play.
From the woodwork: lament,
and the ambiance of lament: heavenly.
I am small again,
As is God.
Peace and Love always.