Recluse

losing someone after 36 yrs, its hard to find air" its hard to rise"

Recluse

I met someone with no hearing..
She placed Her hand upon My guitar,
a hand upon my throat.
She smiled at the silly songs,
and as I went on, steadied Her touch,
and the music played on.

Though sorrow floats between hand and Souls
there is no mourning.
She understood, as it came to and end...
tomorrow`s ash...

The scent only wanders in my mind
not the halls and rooms where once prevalent...She is not there.
but the music, the music rises.
I felt the cool eagerness, and rhythm of Her touch
hopelessly listening as She.. and would redeem nothing more.

I lay flat and still upon the ground,
in that time that was not measured or counted
I misplaced the language, not hearing another man`s words.
The hungry light stings paled eyes,
and the music..the music plays on.

© Copyright 2010 Vincent

Lane said:

She understood, as it came to and end...
tomorrow`s ash...

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Pretty powerful.

EastTexFrank said:

Pretty powerful.

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Yes it is. Good stuff Lane.
If you have an mp3 of the song and want to post it that is okay by me. PM me if the mp3 is to big and I'll see if we can accommodate one way or another.

Yes, very powerful. I'd love to hear it too.

E.T.F thank you for taking a look at this and commenting.

Hi Doc! i`ve been off the boards a while, thank you for looking. I`m still working on a melody for this write, but I`ll share when I get it roughed out..

thank you jackie for taking time to read, I`ll have something done before to long.

Jackie! Doc! E.T.F! let me have some fun with you all..anyone that wants to jump-in. i`ll post it!...lol