Ode to Jenna

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Her heart full of kindness, of caring, compassion.
Her smile, a pleasure, sincere and so warm.
Her laughter, like music, delightful to hear.
Her eyes, wide and luminous, reflects what’s inside.
Her voice, soft and gentle, yet somehow it’s strong,
mirrors the strength from within.
Her manner is poised, tho’ sometimes unsure
as she continues to learn who she is.
Her mind is a wonder, so sharp, so receptive,
her talents are many, some yet undiscovered.
Her emotions are varied but she strives to be happy.
When she speaks, she speaks truth,
there is no guile in her.
These are parts of her character, some things I’ve perceived.
Often times I do wonder why others don’t see what I see.
And often times I do wonder if this young woman knows,
herself, what I know.
Those who are special are rare, hard to find.
a true gift to this world from the heavens above.

My Last Drink

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As I rest the empty glass on the bar,
I can see out the corner of my eye
another one sliding up next to me.
I wanted to raise my hand to say “no thanks.”
But I have to admit she appeared like a cocktail,
smelling of schnapps,
looks simple enough to be complicated.
I wondered if she was reality or something from my imagination.
Did I want one more for the road to rinse out the last bad taste?
Her size just right betwixt tall, not too much,
and small just the right size.
I took a second glance hoping to see thru sober eyes.
What did I see? My last drink for sure;
the one to end my darksome journey,
the last drink I need.

Sounds like these: volume over par

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What I feel in sound
I see in colour.
A beauty unsoundly perfect
Each motion poetic, each frame sinful.
For each thought though clean can’t seem
to clear off the feeling of intense passion.
Want the Bliss to last through this moment..
I’ll take this piece of you
And hope for all eternity
that even in just this second;
For just one second I felt whole
As your melody flew right through me
Wanting to hold on to that feeling and embrace it.

The orchestra assembled to its paramount state,
causing me to inhale thoughts of you
and feel you in my bloodstream.
Wanna keep you warm in my heart
where soughs know no end..

The musician…
Muse igniting thoughts
seamlessly seldom.
Pairing up the stars in acoustic fashion.
Want to form a constellation
that will always align me and you.

The percussive percussionists percussion,
playing away my sorrow.
Embedding forever in my soul the reason that is you.
Holding in hand a pigment that is true.
A colour just yet profoundly clear,
no contrast nor hue.
Just a tear.
And in that tear, a symphony plays..

Sounds like these, fading endlessly: the volume though stale,
I hear the whispered words within
the masterpiece of your heart
screaming let the melody play, let the melody play.
For the muse I see, is the music in me.