slow shadow dancing the streets of rio where promises have died and dreams are just graffiti scrolled across a church wall a heart’s sadness plays from a mandolin while a guitar offers chords of hope both know the tune all too well how love fades and lovers lose what love they had all that is left is slow shadow dancing
club’s
well short
of
a quorum
just
a few old jazzers
with
hearts
pulsating
to
piano notes
no one
but
the musicians
on
stage
seems
to notice
the lack
of
patrons
all that matters
to
the old jazzers
is
the music
the antidote
to
the world outside
it’s
been that way
forever
it seems
music
counteracting
the poison
of
the world
releasing
a flood
of
sweet memories
with
just
a few chords
and
notes
play the music heard as a child melodies floating on summer hours while we foolishly stare into the sun daydreaming of loves to come stumbling forth sunblind onto tomorrow’s path eyes squeezed tight so as to refine the focus only to find the blindness to be permanent we cannot see evil so we continue to sing what many called foolish songs of faith wondering all the while if our voices could be heard inside the walls of heaven
somewhere children hear notes of music floating by their sadness they had no song before but now their hears sing and with each of their heartbeats the notes weave their way into the fiber of their being their souls where each note becomes eternal
there are small voices that go unheard songs lost within the clutter of our thoughts our routines movements those weighted steps throughout the day that mask sweet melodies so as day ends we bemoan how life was wasted away but we did not choose to hear the music of the soul
Read Between the Minds 