Zander William Pearson
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Zander William Pearson Poems
As my fingers rest on the keys, Preparing for the song, I close my eyes.
Unity -Part 8- Death
With Life there must be Death, Unfortunately so, and the emotions, The are caused by Death, Are as powerful as Death itself.
Unity -Part 3- Fire
Raging through the Earth, Burning everything in sight, Fire's untamed fury, Edges to dominance.
Unity -Part 1- Air
As the night shades the world, And everything sleeps, The gentle, clean breeze of Air's soft breath Still flows.
Unity -Part 2- Water
Flowing through the river, Moving peacefully, Throughout the Earth Wherever the currents runs,
We've counted only nine, but the family's much bigger. A connection of Elements, that make a union.
Unity -Part 9- Energy
A flash streaks down to Earth, And thunder pursues. The Sound struggles to keep up, As the Energy shoots through the sky.
Unity -Part 7- Life
The beauty of Earth, The majesty of Water, The freedom of Air, The power of Fire.
Unity -Part 6- Darkness
Don't think the story could just end there, A protagonist always has an antagonist. Where Light fails to reach it's arms out, Darkness prevails there.
Unity -Part 5- Light
The four elements give way to more great, As Light shine's it's wisdom among the lands. Casting away the darkness, And showing the path.
Unity -Part 4- Earth
Earth forms the base of all the elements, None of them can exist without it, It's beauty can awe even the most impassive people And it's power can destroy the most strong structures
Emotion -Part 1- Happiness
Graceful, beautiful, Makes you smile, The wondrous feeling, Happiness
The Silent Tree
Gentle and forlorn, Darkness creeps, Slowly stalking The solemn presence.
Open Your Eyes
Sincere is the touch of night. Gently comforting your soul. The calm, silent air is soothing. The moon sparkles, reflecting in the water.
Comments about Zander William Pearson
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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As my fingers rest on the keys,
Preparing for the song,
I close my eyes.
I visualize the song,
Hearing the melody in my mind,
And I close off my mind.
I simply stop thinking,
And let the music, my soul, and my fingers,
Do all the work.
My fingers begin the journey,
Flying through the keys,
The music fills me,
And I drift off,
Into the beautiful harmony.
My fingers soften,
Into an Andante pianissimo.
And a ralentando takes into affect.
As a decresendo takes me,
To a near-impossible ...