In my next life
I want to come back as a passionate pianist
playing the piano as if my hands
were melted inside the silk
of the melody itself.
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Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Reflection
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Teddy, this is delicate and deeply evocative work. The poem captures not only a love of music, but a longing for total immersion within it…to dissolve into melody itself. The “silk of the melody” image especially gives the piece such softness and emotional elegance. Beautiful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much dear Tristan my recent losses have brought me a most charming muse. Thank you my dear friend. 🌹
What a wonderful line Teddy (hands melted inside the silk of the melody itself) most poetic
I'm feeling incredibly lucky this week, I've had some wonderful writer's moments, thanks to my recent losses and my new found muse, when I hear a great pianist, that is exactly how it makes me feel that their hands are somehow entwined into the keys. I could only wish to play the piano like that. Thank you dear friend. 🌹
Most welcome Teddy
So be it Teddy, may you play the piano with wonder.
Andy
https://youtu.be/EvNsPyp5O2I?si=trEQpd41ajmnDcFm
Thank you for the wonderful link dear Andy, hands melted inside the silk of the melody itself! Beautiful music a fabulous talent. 🌹
Feels like a quiet yearning to dissolve into something beautiful and lose the weight of being human.
There’s a soft ache in it, like wanting not just to play the music—but to become it.
Thank you sweet sweet Thomas, I really would have loved to be able to play the piano. 🌹
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