A tune that’s doused in giocoso
will leave listeners with a full heart;
It bleeds with a rhythm staccato;
Fly guitar that’s not born to follow
joins forces that act like a kickstart;
A tune that’s doused in giocoso;
Sangere holding a melos with flow
throws that lyrical poisonous dart;
It bleeds with a rhythm staccato;
The message is kind but not mellow,
it’s more like a ferocious jumpstart;
A tune that’s doused in giocoso;
Falling into a chorus you know,
three minutes and thirty of fine art;
It bleeds with a rhythm staccato;
He’s such a graceful virtuoso,
emotions he tends to pick apart;
A tune that’s doused in giocoso,
it bleeds with a rhythm staccato.
Categories:
melos, emotions, feelings, music,
Form: Villanelle
Heart achess
body weakss
soul laments
mind melos
never thought it could be this way
thought we could be more than friends
never believed in the hands of time
our separation lies
never believed my deception was from within
never believed in pretence feelings are given
thought we were real than shadows could tell
out of soft gaze cometh thee
that leads the heart to where it brokeness lie
in thy soft gaze i am enspelled
satto voce i whispered your name
what has time done unto me?
My desire has distance denied
if distance were not my foes
if time were not my hurdles
what fate would have known my name?
What song would you have sang with me?
Would you have taught me
the song which the sons of pleasures sing?
Would the sound of my name be heard from thy voice?
In seeking for love would you have ran to me???
Categories:
melos, betrayal
Form: Free verse