Khatia Buniatishvili at Piano
I found another world in my deep pockets.
I reached in my hand for my keys, and I pulled out a distant
dream.
I was no longer the person I remembered.
I was a deaf girl in a powerful song.
I could feel and see the sounds like colors.
When I tossed my arms into the air the pinks and blues wisped
up with me like scarves in the wind.
The more I kept in motion the more it was like a dance.
Time seemed to be frozen and moving soft and slow,
for that moment was
all there was to know.
I twirled and raised my hands
I no longer needed the words.
The rumbles of the beat were all I needed to hold,
but all who sleep soundly eventually do wake up.
Sometimes dreams are for sleeping and others are for living.
Now I blindly search for words to write to a song I have never heard.
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🎶Note:
I really struggled writing this week. Not sure why I am having such a dreadful dry spell, but the last few months have been brutal that way. On a positive note, I am delighted we had such a wonderful response this week to the theme. Thank you everyone!
Have a great week writers!
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