NEEDLE TRACKS

The tears have dried.

Sticky, inflexible residue remains, stretched taut on hot cheeks like a fragile sheet

Music of a kind, ever playing in my mind

A sweet melody of song. to let me unwind

From the daily pace, of the human

The Piano and I

It stood with great majesty
on a pedestal of grace
that burned with queenly beauty
in that forlorn, quiet place.

The

"Living Life To The Fullest"

I get another cigarette, and pick up this pen again.
The words come so fast it makes my head

Soothing Sounds
(ode to music)

While listening to your inner soul
tears come running down my face
you touch me in my deepest