solitude, memories

by walterdoege

the song that I can play, but I can not touch…I hear the music…music is in the air…in the wind…in the autunm breeze I feel  today…music is not in me…music is not on piano…I can touch my piano keyboards…music is not of mine…music is on my soul…where is my soul?…where is your soul?…when my soul nests warm feelings…when my soul nests strong feelings…the winds brings me inspiration and reveries…sweet inspirations…and I play songs on my piano…like a reverie, but is music…Solitude, song by Duke Ellington…’in my solitude / You taunts me /with memories / that never die’…I feel something that never dies…days go by…people go by…my life goes by, but loving is forever…loving never dies…the autum breezes and winds touch me…love is in the air…love is in the music…love is in my writings…loving never dies…memories never die…hope never die…I write words and words and words, but my intention never dies…when you read my writings…