On the keys of a piano,
your fingers play upon the strings of my heart.
Such music fills my soul,
with your sweet notes.
You are the central 'essence' of me,
although we are, so far apart.
Your love vibrates with clarity,
as if a great concerto, is playing, in some vast auditorium.
A symphony floats within my head,
and I hear this 'love' of yours,
it plays my tunes,
and resounds around my 'staccato' afternoons.
© Ernestine Northover
I could hear the music, lovely image, and OOooh I know those staccato afternoons! Regards, Lucy
Strikes a chord with me, Ernestine. I liked the 'staccato' afternoons image.
Oh, this is beautiful Ernestine! I could hear the music! ! Very nice. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melody and fireworks for the heart, this is very much worth the read, so enjoyable. love Duncan