Monday, April 04, 2011


Piano arpeggios,
the smell of the stage,
red velvet curtains,
the turn of a page,
faceless bodies
a hushed crowd,
careful words
sung aloud,
a spotlight blinding
your tortured stare,
yet somehow still
you found my chair,
and whispered Brahms
like a verboten


Indigo said...

Smiling. Loving the visual you painted here. (Hugs)Indigo

Athena Marie said...

Thanks Indigo!

Anthony Duce said...

Enjoyed, love the images floating now in my head.

Anonymous said...

Love the flow of this one!

lucychili said...


Athena Marie said...

Thanks Jacque and Lucy!

matt at shadow of iris said...

Very soft and gentle, beautifully written.