Midnight: she passes the mirror in the hall on the way to the bathroom.
It’s dark.
But light reflects from the gold that was once in her hair.
She stops for the moment that is gently falling.
12.15am: She’s at the piano.
Her tears – the perfect weight on the soft pedal,
her wisdom – the perfect phrasing on the sustain pedal,
as she story-s the gold’s journey to not sepia.
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stops for the moment that is gently falling
Love this. Your story, wonderful story.
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Hi! Was just at your site!
O thank you so much, dear B
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I know. It’s funny. It seems we read each other at the same time.
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a story filled with sensory delight, if sadness had weight, then here she is in all her tender glory, in your words
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Hi Gina!
Thank you for your sweet words
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Can I say something selfish, I want that you will publish something every day. But on the other hand it may compromise this beauty that weaves webs of moments so as to keep some other moments from gently falling.
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Well, if that is what you will say when you are being selfish, then absolutely! 😁
And thank you! That’s so lovely.
And it’s funny…I ponder that quite a bit…the frequency of writing, and I would agree that less can be more. Which works well with the fact that I can’t always post too frequently anyway lol.
(I love how you articulated that).
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Its easy to articulate substance as genius as yours!
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haha I think it has more to do with your creativity and your talent for awesome comments.
But thank you!!
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You’re more than welcome.
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Beautifully written 🖤
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Thank you so much!
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No problem! 👍 🖤
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A beautiful story filled with imagery and emotion. It is always a joy to read your words.
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Hi Jerry.
Thank you so much. I’m honoured you think so.
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“Her tears…her wisdom…”
I love the story that lies between that loss, and that gain.
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Thanks Vidur!
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Lovely story!
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Thank you!
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You are welcome 🙏
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Ah the perfect weight is in the sentiment portrayed, and such a pleasure to read.
Beautiful dear V xo
Just checking in on you *knock knock* … fresh buttery scones in hand…
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Hiiii dear Diana! Thanks for checking in.
I actually had a delicious scone yesterday someone else had made, it had been a while. So was evidently with you in spirit!
And thank you for your comment!
How was your trip?
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A gentle flowing piece, Vanessa, and the late-night keyboard makes perfect sense. To me, sometimes music runs like passing time. But … just to add a dash of the ridiculous, I do occasionally drag out an old instrument, leave the neighbours wondering why someone doesn’t put me out of my misery. 😜
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Yes! the music in this video, and the beauty of its production, you’ve said perfectly how it worked on me…”music runs like passing time”.
Well, Steve, that has left me curious about the type of instrument…if we’re talking drums in the middle of the night…bahaha or do you mean a sad saxophone or something? I probably shouldn’t be so insensitive 🤡
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Visual poetry! In words & in movement – what a wonderful combination! I thought I’d just watch a few seconds of the video and sat mesmerized for the whole 4+ minutes; great way for me to start my day 😊
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Thank you so much!
And I am so glad you enjoyed it. I thought it was pretty special, the actual video was originally to different music but then this clever person put it with this piece, and I love it!
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Hard to imagine this differently, it’s so perfect; loved it! 😊
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😊
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