the last red rose of summer

by walterdoege

I take some song interpretation at my old acoustic piano…and from my ‘new blue book of favorite songs’ I picked up that old and traditional song named ‘the last rose of summer’, lyrics and arrangement from T. Moore…some mixed harmony, some blues fragrance…the lyrics is some sad, some down expression, where the author shares its solidarity to a rose…at summer, the blossom…near autumn, the roses losts of its magnificent appeal…I like the roses, and I could made some interpretation adding some improvisation, some farewell to summer…I improvised some last red rose, but some ever pink rose, some ever rainbow colorful roses…that red color I sense as a summer passion…as when one receives a red rose as a gift…in romanticyard, without thorns…I imagine that when that romantic feeling fly away, one should give another gift, a red rose with thorns…thorns remind me hard work of love…the emotional honesty required…the commitment…perhaps I can send as a gift two red roses, one rose with thorns, the other wothout thorns…as a couple of red roses…reminding that love is a responsibility, a commitment, a shared building, when the soul mates must be aware of dealing with beauty, and honesty…with celebration, and hard work…romantic love, some fragrance of that my imagined blue ever rose that only exists when falling in the loving road…just go with the flow?…sure, but along the love river, one may choose other path…love remains…when all is falled, love remains as that ever red blue rose of any season…of any time…of any point of the river loving road…as a rainbow rose, plenty of joy and common one love…roll, loving road, roll, and rock up all good…jazz up!…let’s go further…green light blinking ahead…just listen the love whistle blowing…I don’t need someone, I want to share love…that ever love a blues can bring to one’s heart even when there are so many troubles along the way…its a long road…such amazing loving road