Liszt On a Monday...

It's all about a girl who wished the sea and pinned her heart to the moon induced by the opening lyrics of classical music without any words While the river runs straight to the blood stream and emotion elaborates ear drums in depths of believable currents with closed eyes and obvious head nods- she waits. Honeysuckle sweet and three shakes to the sun for passion and yearning has only begun to pin to the moon in music when young we weep and we weep and we weep. It's all about this girl who wished the muse and had much to say and never refused her silence. She listened with ears of an eighty year old and a heart of an ancient enigma. In music she spoke without all the right notes and she triumphed in welling refrain. This girl is my heart to be pinned to the moon without music, to barely contain.