Piano Lessons – How It Began
"Is This Possible?"
When my husband left me, saying he has fallen in love with another, I felt numb. I couldn't believe it. But, I had no time to wallow in the pain I felt. I had two kids now to take care...
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When He Plays Piano in the Dark
"When you love an artist, you are taken beyond whatever you were before he claimed you."
When you love an artist, sometimes you feel as if you are loving alone. The love they have for their art wells up inside of them, expands and nothing else can remain. That is what makes them what they are,...
Fluent In You
"Witness the music of our bodies."
I am fluent In many languages I communicate in many forms By the shift of my tongue The curve of my lips As they mouth the words Come to me With an intonation Specific to my melody A harmonious call...
Flirty Dancer
"Another fun Night"
I go to clubs To dance at night I flirt and tease, and wiggle it right The songs come on, I feel the rhythm It's Enrique, Bruno and others That get me in the dancing position Sweet teasing pleasing sexy funHe knows I flirt It's...
Community Involvement Ch. 11
"Flooding ourselves with more than just information"
A continuation of my return visit to meet Clare: “I’m still rather intrigued to know who this person named Abby is,” Clare reiterated. She was still bent forward with her left knee and upper torso sprawled upon her desk, her...
Musicians play music,They write, love and breathe music, Music that people listen to, Words that people hear, Music and melodies that they love and breathe. Musicians, Play music to those with quiet hearts, Write it for them, Love it with...
The bond between the Artist and the Muse, Cannot be understood by an external being. The things that pass between the two, Changed into words, paint or music. The Artist knows the Muse better, Than the world really knows. Yet...
Community Involvement Ch. 10
"Abby angers me but Clare proves a calming influence after some under desk persuasion."
Return to Clare ‘As one door closes and another door opens’ as the saying goes and to say that I was living that saying would not be too far a stretch of the imagination. To put you in the picture,...
When he cooked, the entire kitchen was galvanized by the strength he put into it; the dishes, pans, knives, everything bore the brunt of his strength, and everything was challenged, forced to cook, to boil. He was a beast of...
Box
"While torn from his beloved by war, a young soldier writes a premonitory song"
What manner of place is this? No light. No sound. I quell the terror rising in my breast and strain to listen, to hear beyond the muffled space into which I am squeezed. Timbers creak. The Earth groans. In the...