I sweet seeds
Might they sprout
To harvest
Oh mercy me
To sprout and grow
Then of me
Who am submissive
Sayeth and speakest
Love
For a World to know
A jeweler sculps
In his creation
A piece adorned
To celebrate
Gownest me
You in tuxedo
To tell the world
We celebrate
Oh love defined
That none should
Wain or wonder
Ceromonious
As we
Bride and groom
Stake my claim
Love is the spell
We are under
To make it clear
For those who
Presume
Love be redefined
Oh ..mercy me
To procreate
Bride and groom
In love together
No I'll faded thoughts
For devilish persummes
Categories:
sculps, analogy,
Form: Ballade
when you hear these two
Fritz Kreisler Jascha Heifetz
all others fall short
Piano trio in d minor
Arensky says
Heifetz says
“I love you”
In his playing
There is an edge
Exciting!
Leading!
An edge I’m certain
He is unaware
It sculps the tree
Plumbs the wood depth
Finds the time opened pores
Then speaks from within
Categories:
sculps, music
Form: Haiku