followed to soul

silent music

followed to soul

i hear ring for answers
a tulip singing itself to grow
dance as midnight turns day to rumba
the violin sifts the timbre of thought
adding that each word follows its own rhythm
come.......dance with your eyes
see the magic of dance steps follow you to soul.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Lydia!

there is much love in my heart for you, your writing and the pleasing sense we share in the silences.

regards,
al

[Alfred Kukitz]

thanks an owl on the moon!

cool name! i go to the other side of self, sift into the fabric of ‘i don’t know’ come away with something i didn’t know.

regards,
al

[Lydia Shutter]

Delightful poetry, Al....there is a magical thread running through every line. Our souls hear the music....even if no one else hears the same tune, we sway. We all have our own rhythm....and we must follow it in order to have a peaceful life. Lydi**

[An owl on the moon]

There is a mystical music to earth song, and you breathe it over us all so profoundly. May we all dance to the wondrous silent music all around us. :)

[Alfred Kukitz]

thanks Jacob!

it seems that 9 pm or maybe 10 pm the poetry rises in my mind.

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

poetry is the silent music..."wordless as a flight of birds" ("ars poetica"--
put together the words are like tulips singing themselves into a song we feel rather than hear.

beautiful write.
j.