If there were an instrument of Heaven,
It wouldn’t be the harp,
nor the flute, the clarinet, or the trombone.
It would be the piano;
Mixing the different moments of sound
Into the stories of the world
to flow freely, stream-like, winding around the various twisted letters.
To caricaturize their meaning
Inserting contextual lines instead of placing images,
to understand, is to appreciate the living;
What it means to live.
so as to find the love in others,
the ones left undiscovered to me yet.
The majority of friends who,
compliment the shared community of time spent
Minds of philosophical masters;
like in the great classics.
To express the knighthood among the learned;
to continue the traditions.
Who is bothered to stand taller,
than the limits of physical proportions?
I know I am.
I am grateful for this song that is playing right now: Rob Dougan/Clubbed to Death/Furious Angels. ❤