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| rene foran ~ 2010 piano music drifted lightly from the window perfuming the air before joining together with cobblestone quicksteps i stood outside of the gate charmed and disarmed my uncultured ear could not name the tune, what era it was from, or which composerstill, it welcomed me as if i were a long lost friend Sunday Scribblings was set up to provide inspiration and motivation for anyone who enjoys writing and would like a weekly challenge. |
There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home.
What beautiful imagery..both in your words and your image..it really lifted me up in the tune! Jae
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written and a pleasure to read.
ReplyDeleteMusic's like that...if you like it, it likes you. Love the picture, as well. :-)
ReplyDeleteMusic drifting ... doesn't get better!
ReplyDeleteMusic does not care how cultured you are. I wants only to love you. To make your ears jump. Like a good lover.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great thought, that one-off limits--could be included by the music, which drifted over the boundary. I loved this poem and your picture as well.
ReplyDeleteSweet. I got the warmth off the bricks, standing outside that window, listening to that. Mmm, mmm.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely. I've experienced a similar situation myself once and it's a wonderful experience. :-)
ReplyDeletewhat a nice poem - I too found myself charmed and disarmed!
ReplyDeleteLovely. Love the photo with this!
ReplyDeletesounds like you found the place to be...catch the rhythm...
ReplyDeletevery nice. I enjoyed "music perfumed the air" and I was right in step when you said you knew nothing of the music only that you enjoyed it. nice writing
ReplyDeleteLove to wander past, stopping for a moment to listen, to 'try' and identify the soft sounds... then meander on to the next.
ReplyDeleteGreat flow - musical. Keep 'em coming.
ReplyDeleteStanding outside, listening to strands of piano music- delightful Sunday afternoon
ReplyDeleteThis is a superb composition. I love the shape of the poem and the way you captured the musical moment with such clarity.
ReplyDeleteI love when music takes me by surprise like that, like a hug from a long lost friend. Love "cobblestone quicksteps" and the perfume of music in the air...
ReplyDeleteand that's what beautiful music is all about isn't it? it welcomes us any way :)
ReplyDeleteloved the write up... thanks for your visit :)
Really well done, in so many ways. I like the combination of the music and the sound of steps on the cobblestones, and so much more. When I read it aloud this is 'music to my ears' :o)
ReplyDeleteSounds like the perfect Sunday afternoon treat!
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel about the sound of the piano, especially when heard in that type of an atmosphere. When I'm in the other room and my son is practicing in the living room, the sound of his playing is especially soothing.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece.
Cheers,
Casey
That photo is as great as the words.
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