Swallowtail Jig Inspiration did not come through bow and string though your sound beautiful Instead of words pouring from fingers to screen my feet longed to join the swallowtail in her jig

There is a certain note, or range of notes, that makes me melt. I feel it here and I want so badly to stop giving a fuck, And dance around, arms waving wildly. The scene from Titanic comes to mind, Where Rose goes with Jack…

A long day Traffic jams and writers block The ponytail ripping the hair off her head And a throbbing, sleepless body   A long day Adding miles and losing clients Exhaustion trips and kicks him to death Caffeine eyes hold open   Together now Home…

At the darkest hour, when light seemed far away I sat alone, unable to understand the next step Listening to some soulful song, that matched my mood Till there was change to the next piece of music Yes, music and notes created on violin alone…

As I grew up I learned that dancing is a sin, flaunting the body like that. I’m not sure what the crazy play we did was called when the rhythm of music was involved. When we played records of the waltzes of Stauss, for example,…

A Perfect Moment   Adventurer don’t wallow, break through the glorious morn. Dance, twirl, about with joy, don’t stop the breath from breathing. The heart breaks no longer, the time has come for boundaries safe. All around is heavenly laughter, bubbling over brooks of glee….

The childish laughter rolled with the green hills Up and down and they enjoyed the play and thrills Sisters loving the sunshine in the pool of daffodils Running happily through the afternoon as a breeze brought on a chill Bows and laces, smiling faces, showing…

look lead to talking more chatting to cheating bam! lost everything

A sweet retreat for two. Water rushing in a cool pool of turquoise and blue. Fruit wine aged for over 15 years opens the path to this natural wonder. Two seed beads are placed overhead in unison. Lovers clasp hands as they traverse the falls, a…

The river knows all. Swift or sluggish, Swelled or shrunken. It is versed in the wisdom of the earth – In the song of the wind as it rustles the foliage, In the scraping of overlapped branches, In the crunch of trodden twigs, In the…