Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

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I sat and listened to Essex sing Rock on followed by Beethovens Midnight sonata today, whilst sitting in front of the computer keyboard, this is the result. I felt very relaxed, even though it's still 43 degrees celcius and the air con has packed it in :/

Rock On Midnight

A bass and a drum, and a fog filled voice,
Wafted through the night,
Wafted through the coloured cold mist, 
Creating a beautiful sight,

And sat time down to take a break, 
Twisting each shade to a thought,
Transforming each wave to a beautiful notion, 
A circle, a zero, a nought,

And then the piano, with infinite wisdom, 
Began its harmonious track,
And held our hand, leading us to a place, 
From which we would never come back,

To the place of illusion, resetting our lights, 
With coloured lines tearing apart,
Whatever our rage had grown to become, 
To repair the love in our heart.

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Jan Allison January 27, 2018 at 7:30 PM What great contrasts in music and a fabulous poem. gosh David Essex looks so cute back then - maybe he looks a little like Mozart now he's older! :-) hugs jan xx Lewis Raynes January 28, 2018 at 8:43 PM It was a wonderful afternoon with random pieces of music, yep ur right, i bet he looks a bit older now, love the hair though.

Arturo Michael January 25, 2018 at 7:58 AM A cool relaxing evening until the aircon gave up...Nevertheless, a smooth and easy poem, observing sound and light...All the best Lewis Lewis Raynes January 25, 2018 at 6:40 PM Yep, bloody hot, thanks Arturo

Line Gauthier January 23, 2018 at 6:31 AM Beautiful poem, Lewis. I love it. Lewis Raynes January 23, 2018 at 11:22 AM Thanku Line.