The things I see and feel when I listen to well constructed classic music |
Like a surgeon moving his golden fingers in a patient’s body Like a playwright imagining the end scene of his new play Like a magician moving his wound around a silver box Like an author writing a silent dialogue between two people Like two lovers holding their hands in front of a falling avalanche Like an army coming face to face with their enemy Like a hero rescuing a kidnapped girl Like a baby pressing on the keys of the piano Like a cat moving her body towards a guitar Like a parrot watching a free bird from his cage Like the sunset drowns itself daily into the sea Like a drone trying to catch the queen Like a student spending all his night beneath his lamp Like a tire gripping each particle of the ground to stop Like a river of blood flows into the deep cells Like a caterpillar falling from a leaf Like a lover that seeks to touch love every night Like an astronaut watching earth from space Like an asteroid moving between the stars Like the fish learning to swim into the deep blue sea Like a little child sleeping at night Like a cigarette’s smoke floating into the air Like a baby laughing at the elderly Like an artist drawing a portrait of a beautiful lady Like a physicist trying to decipher the universe’s mystery Like a biologist observing the movements of the algae Like a sperm fertilizing an ovum Like a sunflower waking up with the sun Like a lover thinking of their loved Like an angel looking at a cello Like an eye flooding with tears Like a reader reading a poem |