Piano my Muse

Plaintive notes 

draw me close

repetitive

and languid lived

roll like wind upon the grass

filling, trilling, abyss, morass

feel the longing, power there

know the rolling thunder blare

tumultuous, crashing, round in blur

taking asking emote incur

swaying fashion summon earth

Giving taking stone and trail

no sense at all, laugh, oh well.

Run beneath a setting sun

before the melody is done

Run so far so field so fast

delay each note and make it last.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

channel the words through the keys...computer keys played like ivory...each letter a special note.

[Botania]

right. they just flow. thank you Jacob.

[Botania]

is it strange to not always want to make sense? after all, melodies sometimes don't either. my taste in music is changing to more random, varied style. not sure why the writing tries to follow it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i grew up lost in music...grew up with rock and roll...started listening and getting 45's when i was 6....that was 1956 when it was all starting...and it just became such a part of me...simon and garfunkel and my best friend Jane Cooper were the influences that started me writing poetry, back in 1970.

[Botania]

Fun. Through the magic of Pandora discovering Ludovico Einaudi, Helen Jane Long, David's Jig Natalie Macmaster...list goes on. Always drawn by the pianists. Hoping to acquire their sheet music soon,to learn. Can't wait. Turning into a bit of an Irish Folkie now too. haha. Seems the more varied, the better. Leaning toward the rather random melodies that would be hard to sing, some are open ended as if left unwritten. Changing tastes with discovery. All very exciting. Style in poetry seems wanting to change for me as well. Ha. Told we are like visual painters. That after a while ppl can tell it's you by the style. Idk. :) Could prob id yours. haha. Thanks.

[Botania]

Can thank or blame Einaudi for the last few. haha