A few musical notes
floating in the clouds
of the past ...
A crazy trebble key
that still troubles me ,
reminded the echoes
of a vanished youth ,
bitter vanilla-lemon flavour...
In those days we didn't talk
about gender .
Guys had long hair
and girls in leather belts .
The 5 boys had already
been carried away
by the wind ...
The towers we waiting
to take the Jefferson air-plane ...
The cobbelstone of Paris
had fallen asleep ,
Ursula undressed made me dream...
An eagle spread its wings
over mercury ...
A few musical note ,
this immortal rhapsody ,
good bye Freddie ...
The king is dead
my only friend the end ...
The clouds have continued
their blues and grey journey
like the mood of my hours...
Some precious stones
vibes in our hearts ,
rolling on strange shapes
in the night ,
captizing in desire ...
A few musical notes ,
nostalgy taste ...
Unfinished whiter shade
slow dance ...
I held you close ,
I was in love ...
Tomorrow still had no memory,
just a few musical notes...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Loved all the musical hints woven into this piece and each seemed to evoke nostalgia and memories of the past. Lovely
A few notes of nostalgia in the clouds of the good old time ...
The poem is literally woven from cultural and musical references... Like an improvisation on the theme of passing time. Beautifully written.
Carnal geography of a musical generation
Doesn’t matter how many years go by — music just opens up the past, like lifting the lid on an old memory box.
Psychedelic soul etched in the clouds ...
Excellent write
Thank you Tony !
You're welcome
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