Play your song for the night is silent with remorse.
The sunflowers sing of their lost and the grass turns blood brown,
Lamenting over the cost.
Bring my dieing body the satisfaction of your melody
Haunt my soul forever with the cords of your feathered like fingers.
Make sounds forceful, cause my soul to linger, make me yearn for the fire
You kindle with the possession of desire in your fingers.
Oh, play your melody from down under
Spring calls out to your harmony
They have turned backwards desperately seeking the one thing that flows
More abundantly then them, Your melody.
Play for me, you enchanter of the gray haired ones
Play the heavens down
Play the bowels of hell shout
Play to the immortal ones who sit on every key you strike.
Play your song for the night is silent and I need to find my way home.
PLAY! PLAY! PLAY!
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i'm a sucker for an invocation.
"Play the heavens down
Play the bowels of hell shout
Play to the immortal ones who sit on every key you strike.
Play your song for the night is silent and I need to find my way home."
and that, my friend, is what's up.
keep it up.
Such a beautiful poem. You've got the gift man!
I see that there is another personal of musical talents in your midst.
Until I figure out who they are, I will take this as a meditation for my own career.
This was definately something to read today...
Until Next Time,
I came in Peace and in Peace I leave.
Mr. Stone,
You're such a "Lil' Langston." Thanks for bringing us into your world!
Coming Into Reality,
-Jamal
*screaming* PLAY!
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