the first tempest, ten years later

by walterdoege

I lost my father ten years later…he was a good man, and he is somehow…next sunday is the celebration of father’s day…tradition does exist somehow to remind of worthy ones…no matter other issues…and expressing my romantic side…I remember my father and my mother with deep and lovely sentiments…and today…randomly playing at my old acoustic piano…I played ‘solitude’, from Duke Ellington…it was not exactly a choice, but a free motion of my fingers, my soul and the hight spirits…and I whispered ‘you haunt me…with reveries that never die’…