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Franz plays
and I create. Maybe
it’s not really Franz but
his songs, rhapsodies,
on a CD and I imagine
his hands flying, effortlessly
over ivory. Mine glide so
over canvas, splashed red.
He was under
the influence of a painter
and I
of a pianist.
Nochipa
music and art each colour the other
painting and listening and moving
it’s an odd experience for all the right reasons of sensitivity
because one gets to travel inside the musicians psyche
and ones body moves in accordance to the notes
I think shamanistic in experience eh
but you don’t have to answer that I will just smile that’s cool for me
red
I love red
this part of the world turns red at night the sky and the sea
same at dawn
I enjoyed this work
jack
Jack,
Thank you for you kind and wondering comments. I always enjoy what you say and I am thankful that you followed a path of poetic breadcrumbs through the cyber door of my hut.
Nochipa