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Carved in Rock
August 22, 2008
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Carved in Rock Massive waves of ice surround An island in the sea Where an ancient passion carved in rock Is coming alive for me. You turned my way and heard me say Love lingers in the tunes So played a song to taunt me With the dream's etched burn That places us together. Ah! Still, I yearn To connect with the actual Feel you in my bones As I listen to sax and horn, Rich melodies which surround With a warmth and passion Remembering how we'd joined. The Aesthetics of Sound Deeply buried in those tunes The memories of our love renewed Listening to the methods used That wove you in my brain And those feelings remain the same As sax and horn surround me With joy at the recall When I listened to you play. Amazing creation of expression In a universal language That invades even my dreams. Wanting to know it again: When you flood me with those sounds It's like travelling thru the galaxies Feasting on your energy As our bodies become bound To one another in a transfer Thru the aesthetics of sound. Conjured Image Frozen in by wind's icy blasting This inner battle infects the world! So seek release thru music Turn turmoil into tune Where the blood flows rhythmically While the memory of our passion burns. The priceless sound of merging feelings Flowing thru my soul, ah! yearning To experience your glow, listening To a transcript of the transfer whole Pulsing with rhythm thru my soul As I dream, mental video become actual Yin/yang what love holds Flashing before the conjured image Those feelings becoming real. Our Exchange Hard to believe the gift of dreams Could take on form, igniting beams That pull you close to me If only thru the jazz theme Of let go, let it flow with passion: There's a beauty in love's show That follows me into dreams. Caught even in the shadows The image of our merging Imprinted on the brain cells Glows when the sax blows The freedom of expressed feelings Taking form, to atone for The loss of our exchange With the beauty of rich tunes. The Promise of Fusion Ice frozen on the window's inside Describes the binding That keeps us still in contact Thru the flow of rich sounds As sax talks with the piano The tale of love found In a unique language Transcending space, race, time For it's always in the present And I feel you invade my mind With the promise of fusion Woven in complex tunes That activate the yearning Simply to return.