I'ts a day that ends in the turmoil of a disordered planet .
My mind wanders in search of some perfect architecture
before the sandman put little children to sleep ...
I feel outside the carnal boundaries of this world
which is nothing more than a lost suburb of boredom...
Stardust in the hair of time and so many eras
dead and to be decided ...
Inspired matter in perfect mother mechanics
melody of the spheres in the cosmic ocean's flow...
In this blur of day and night entwined ,
gentle caress of a moment of grace and contemplation,
feeling of fulness lost in the musicality of a celestial clavichord,
that only souls open to the infinite om can perceive.
Delightful chore ,spirit of the perfect voice,exquisite rondo...
Wolfgang descends from his cloud ,reborn from eternity...
The smiling evening angel opening their arms to me ...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2025 15:57
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Lhy Egyptian god of music Apollo for the greeks comes through in this piece. Music closely related to poetry strikes a chord, Very nice
great musical sensitivity !
Great write
Thank you. to answer the question : Angels have no gender !
You're welcome
It is a poetic meditation on the intersection of time, space and spirituality. It is imbued with a sense of transcendence, a desire to transcend the ordinary, to touch something eternal and immeasurably beautiful.
For me, this piece is like a walk through a twilight forest.
I met the evening angel at Exki !
Thanks for suggesting the elegant '' clavichord'' to replace the modern ''keyboard" !
You're welcome! 😊
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