TITLE: Woven Pictures By Ruth Neilson 01/24/05 |
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Gossamer lines hang painted in the air
Be careful-
Don’t touch them
Or else they might smear.
Paint the minds of the crowd
With the sound of the wind
Gently, smoothly
Ease them into your world.
Tell them the story-
The story of a love that was never returned.
A slow jazzy seduction piece that will draw them in…
Only to break their hearts.
Give them a moment,
Give the crowd something light and playful.
Flirt with their minds,
Leave them wanting more
Flying high, light as a kite.
Or, twisting like a leaf in the wind.
Weave your web, Music Maker
And never let them go.
Paint your picture
Using the blaring fury of the reds
The soft swaying of the blues
And the rhythm section, thumping and pounding out a rainbow of colors
Gentle, don’t let them know what is coming
Then rear back and BLOW!
Knock them off of their feet,
Pouncing, never giving them a chance to recover.
The crowd is yours!
Until the gossamer thread is cut.
A soft sigh is drawn from their lips-
And for that moment, part of their soul has been colored.
Paint your picture, Music Maker.
Never let us go--
Never let us forget--
The web that was spun...but now is gone.
Flirt with their minds
Leaving them wanting more
But your time is up
And now you must go…
Taking with you
Only the notes,
Leaving them with-
Colors on their soul.
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