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This One Violin
Contributed by
muinanyere
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Monday, 4th August 2008 @ 02:45:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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In the shadows of deepest night
I long for my dreams to be real
But only this nightmare of life
Can ever be a reality
The sorrow holds sway over my heart
As I wait for the moon
Longing to remain where I cannot be seen
I escape to another world
My only comfort is here
Where the notes flow through me
My only joy is found
In this one violin
I soar far above the ground
To touch the stars
I don’t want to ever come down
I dance upon the clouds
A smile comes across my face
It’s been a long time
But I found some joy today
In my own little place
I just wish I could stay here
Forever
Where I’ll never be hurt again
Ever
*** "the violin" is any song by Jean-Luc Ponty (he plays an electric violin) and he's my favorite musician***
Copyright ©
muinanyere
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2008-08-04 14:45:32]
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Re: This One Violin
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by wheels on
Monday, 4th August 2008 @ 04:49:28 PM AEST
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I can truly see the moment. I completly understand the feel yourself soaring within the musing of a song when all else around us seems dark and with out heart. The power with which it can both cast us up into a smile yet fill us with a sorrow nowing it shall not last and the notes shall wane and leave us in our din.
well written
--kevin
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Re: This One Violin
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by deadwriter on
Friday, 8th August 2008 @ 06:19:02 AM AEST
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Beautiful solitude.
Hoping all is well.
Deadwriter
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Re: This One Violin
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 8th August 2008 @ 07:17:41 PM AEST
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A Masterpeice of reality, each word a poetic
obligato composed and conducted, by the
heart . . .
thank you likewise for your read.
Ben |
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