Photo from NASA With eyes closed, she played an exuberant tune on her saxophone, Using the Qi in her body, to escape the dark of which she was prone. Nothing ostentatious, just the sweet music that originated in her heart Flowed out of her instrument as she practiced her wondrous art. Up in the sky,... Continue Reading →
Jessica folded the envelope with the invitation for her to play at a posh reception. Known near and abroad as "The Weeping Mandolin for her tendency to play boisterously until tears flowed from her doe eyes, she looked forward to an evening very different from those to which she was accustomed. Jittery from fear, her... Continue Reading →
Photo by NEOSiAM in Pexels. com We stood by the stream, the weather warm for a November evening, saying our last goodbyes to Pete, our old friend. Like always we questioned why we are born just to die and leave such grief and pain behind us. As we stood there, Jeff pulled out an old... Continue Reading →
Response to Mindlovemisery's Menagerie's First Line Friday, March 13. The prompt is in bold. This one was easy, as my husband went to sleep in the symphony and had to be removed. If the music didn’t get any better he was going to the take that pill Kelsey kept offering him. He couldn't abide classical music,... Continue Reading →
The piano is the queen of instruments, Black and white keys in one accord. Together they make sweet melodies, Beauty found in their triumphant chords. When played in harmony in a song, Sharps and flats and naturals coalesce. The resultant lovely sounds thrill me. I find myself overjoyed and impressed. The music swells in great... Continue Reading →
The music began to play, Today, Santana was my choice. Oh, that wondrous Latin beat Caused me to abandon my poise. I threw my head back and laughed, My feet moved of their own accord. And as I shook my money maker, My joy in just being alive soared. Music connects us the universe, Reminding... Continue Reading →
Sitting by the side of the road playing her guitar, nine-year-old Leslie felt the excitement that attends making money of one's own for the first time. Her daddy, who taught her to play, sat nearby in his lemon-colored wide-brim hat, watching to ensure no gangster behavior on the little boys' part. As the passersby dropped... Continue Reading →
A Trumpet solo! Gratitude for my soul's joy. Harmonies soothing! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Gratitude and harmony. I am writing with jazz in the background. So soothing!