Shadow Hands

behind the shadow there is a soul

playing quietly as not to droll

mystical, melancholy letting of tunes, 

fingers stray

linger in the ether

where to turn when all roads stop

short of disaster, sure and drop

to my knees

I shall never know

the one who loves forevermore

this dream I had 

the life I wished for,

desired beyond control

and most of all

I did believe

in love and open doors

alas, my life has turned inside out

what was certain

now is not,

what was conjecture

has come to pass

the song continues

strum along...

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

Hello Jacob,

At the end of the day, it all boils down to perspective. And on a particular day, I was in a very dark place, emotionally speaking...

...which inspired this piece.

All in all, it is good to be alive. Everyday is a present... a gift...

to enjoy to it's fullest as life is made up of such moments.

Thanks again for your time.

alisa

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life just sometimes turns out opposite of what we thought it would...
and nothing is certain except that the "song continues/" so we "strum along."

forevermore.