Gliding hands
By EpheLuwe
Sat, 27 Apr 2013
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Sakamoto: "A Flower is not a Flower"
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Floating pitches
And gliding hands
Cascade across the keys
A flower's seed
Oh spring at eve
And the water dancer's
Delicate splash
On my watery carpet of dreams
Sprouts a petal's
Reddest flag
Oh, delay of notes
Decaying thoughts
Falling lids of eyes
As the bud began
Before I saw
Virtuosic, practiced tune
Fumbling in my mouth
Stuttered pitch
The rose
The rose
Darkened room
Sporadic flush
Spirit in the eve
If only I could know
The stuff beyond the rose
Clashing keys
Now falling to
A subtle augment
And gold in glory
speckled thus
Gliding hands
Open thought
A rose is not a rose
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Very interesting piece
Very interesting piece Epheluwe, I'm conving it's about piano playing, but it may be something completely different, but thats the beauty of it.
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