Live Performances
Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 6:16 am
5th Feb 2009 Melbourne
My Private Notes.
On a near steaming February evening
I sat in front of the Master
Many strangers filling the rows surrounding me
But he only sang to me, to me whose eyes he could not see
in the darkened arena
His thoughts in verse and music like tentacles stroked my mind and heart
He with the golden voice accompanied by angels sublime,
lifted me to the heavens, lowered me to the bells on earth
I could see the cracks where the light gets in.
I was enclosed in his arms strong, warm and full of love
Taken from myself to share the stories of others
Although one of the many there I felt the kisses deep
I wept for my husband buried long ago bound with love as
graceful and green as a stem
I could touch the silence that encompassed mass respect as he spoke to me.
His demeanor humbled by his notable appreciation for those he shared the spotlight with engorged my soul and made my body throb
For each and every one a master in their own right playing as a whole entity
My body vibrated to the strand of strings and floated to the haunting melody of
the saxophones breath.
My heart thumped strong and loud as fingers wise bought the key boards to life
The timekeeper enthralled me as the backbeat of the drums found my toes tapping.
Hallelujahs spilled from my lips as I stood before my Lord of Song
I listen as he sang, I applauded it all and I called for more.
He answered me with encores four
Then with a bow a dip of his hat a wave from his hand he skipped
into the darkness
This enigmatic man was gone but I can still see him, hear him and feel his music
within me.
Deelyn
My Private Notes.
On a near steaming February evening
I sat in front of the Master
Many strangers filling the rows surrounding me
But he only sang to me, to me whose eyes he could not see
in the darkened arena
His thoughts in verse and music like tentacles stroked my mind and heart
He with the golden voice accompanied by angels sublime,
lifted me to the heavens, lowered me to the bells on earth
I could see the cracks where the light gets in.
I was enclosed in his arms strong, warm and full of love
Taken from myself to share the stories of others
Although one of the many there I felt the kisses deep
I wept for my husband buried long ago bound with love as
graceful and green as a stem
I could touch the silence that encompassed mass respect as he spoke to me.
His demeanor humbled by his notable appreciation for those he shared the spotlight with engorged my soul and made my body throb
For each and every one a master in their own right playing as a whole entity
My body vibrated to the strand of strings and floated to the haunting melody of
the saxophones breath.
My heart thumped strong and loud as fingers wise bought the key boards to life
The timekeeper enthralled me as the backbeat of the drums found my toes tapping.
Hallelujahs spilled from my lips as I stood before my Lord of Song
I listen as he sang, I applauded it all and I called for more.
He answered me with encores four
Then with a bow a dip of his hat a wave from his hand he skipped
into the darkness
This enigmatic man was gone but I can still see him, hear him and feel his music
within me.
Deelyn