Paula Kneeland

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In the soul, melodies begin and take root
Some blossom.
Some die as travails of life.
A bene placito. - (it's up to the performer)
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It was a carefree summer day,
when two blond children asked to play
I was but five and he just two,
we ran ahead as young kids do
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If you scratch out our eyes does that make us sightless?

Or is it you who are without sight? Somewhere in between
separated by hatred. A vile distortion of something once beautiful, an attempt to erase
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Family photos that hang on the walls show smiles by the old pear tree
As the gentle stranger with soft hands escorts her down the hallway.

A cup of tea, cold by the bed, awaits with a novel only half read;
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In dreamlike states I am my other self. Called
to astral planes beyond mortal comprehension. Consciousness
alone survives
here. A body, non-corporeal without visceral umbilical connection. Among
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The Journey Of Song

In the soul, melodies begin and take root
Some blossom.
Some die as travails of life.
A bene placito. - (it's up to the performer)

Sparks ignite tender blue flames and hint of secrets shrouded there.
They may emerge as blazes.
Wildfires through dry forest.
Play at heart strings ‘till you shed rivers of tears.
Drown in the sightless depths of King Neptune's sovereignty, gasping at one last chance of life.

Words twisted and turned upward in a crescendo of birth
A capriccio tempo free
as it arises caressing and expressive,
Arpeggios moving up and down striking their notes in sharp agony.

A final euphoric release in allegiance to love, to loss, and life. A songs journey is ever fraught with danger following our inward fantasies with an immediacy and intimacy that haunts us in dreams.

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