Sweet Lil Sissy
September 8, 2010Get to Know Mommy Stella With 5 Free Min.
September 11, 2010
The piano player becomes one with the instrument and transforms into perfect self expression.Black and White into one-
fingers touching;
your essence does come.
Sometimes so soft, a gentle hue;
sometimes harsh, aggressive..true.
Hands become the instrument;
and through this it shows-
You ARE the sounds you create
as they flow.
At your purest self-
you sit…you play.
Your thoughts flow through your music;
more than words could ever say.
Your mind becomes one-
with the music you conceive;
like the moon in the sky-
they coexist, they never leave.
Nothing else matters
as you lose yourself, and then-
come the self inflected walls;
as the music starts to end.
Like waking from a dream-
Like walking in the rain;
Like feeling lost within-
Like unearthing buried pain.
Until again, you’re one-
with what you do the best;
You’re never at true peace-
for you NEED to express.
I hear it in the touch;
I feel it in the sound-
I know it when I hear;
the music flowing round.
The air is full of life-
an energy unfolds;
for when you play your song-
your story becomes told.
Silent depths within your soul;
feelings words cannot convey-
revealed- unknown to you-
As you just sit and play.
© Ellen M. DuBois
Minnie
