Chillin' With Debussy

Today, there are no busy little feet running through the house with high pitched voices that threaten to pierce my solitude. I made it clear to my lover and others with pending issues, this is my day of interlude. Today with a full glass of chardonnay I am breaking free. Today I am chillin' with Debussy. I inserted the piece to my earphone into my ear. I turned up the volume loud enough to transport me to another atmosphere. The prelude moves me with the mastery of the free flowing rhythmic patterns of Debussy Reverie. My soul surrenders to the intoxicating arranged movements of Arabesque and Suite Bergamasque. In my blissful state of mind, I conjured up an image of dark silhouette doing pirouettes on the wall. Nothing is so sweet and groovy as the affair I am having with Debussy. As a faithful mistress,I let the smooth composition of Clair de Lune carry me to a white sandy beach, where I am mesmerized with the view of the tide stealing the shore. I am completely contented to linger there, but there is an intrusion of another score. I was soon lost to the beautiful and alluring rhythm of Trois Nocturnes.. A consummated poetry. I am of the same mind to the interpretation of a descending sun into the sea somewhere in a South Eastern country. Oh honey, please! There is nothing so calming as Estampes Memories of rain cascading down my window pane brings on a show. Oh, how splendid is the flow. I am attentive to the jubilant and stimulating pace of La Petit Negre, and I am enlightened of the flavoring of the era of Ragtime. A rendition of an era so sublime. There is a tear in the time and the day has been devoured by the evening. Yet every minute of the day has been peachy, chillin' with Debussy copyright Labyrinth of life a compilation of poems and short stories