I inspect the inner,
Sweet notes succumb.
My sense of free,
Leaps with harmony.
Fraudulent feelings disappear,
You become invisible.
I go beyond love,
Artificial word tapestries,
I now barely hear.
Pangs of music,
Sing for me, caress me.
A new song departs from my lips,
It’s filled with red harmony.
My Cello plays my heart,
Authentically.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“Don’t sing the song if you can’t carry the tune.. leave it to sweet skepticism of the heart..let it toss in mystery”… Es-tee
Estee, amazing poem! Your combination of descriptives take my breath away.
Thank you Bruno! always love hearing from you..
I really like the expression red harmony here Estee. Thank you for this. I am now following you, don’t want to miss a thing.
Thank you Jack!