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~His hands! I must speak of his hands.

The long, slender well-manicured fingers.

Each sparking a 'supply of energy all its own'.

They were capable of so much magic.

More than any magician's have ever wrought!

Ah yes, they were so important to him. And to the world of music, and now,Down through invisible halls of time, to me! When they play, the world seems to stop.

And I am being visited by the angels, For that while.~

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I'm writing this fast. So I'll do it again later. In school, I practiced on the upright piano, too. Plus Baby Grand Piano. I'll write another one, later.

There I was, playing the Grand Piano

Interwoven with notes of Classical Songs

My own hands too, sculpted

From all the days of playing

Taking in every moment

With a pause, maybe a breath

The masterpiece I was singing too.

I sang his songs and others

Someone heard sometimes

And told me not to stop

For the purity of the sound

My voice soaring high and clear

Don't stop now, I heard a voice

-I couldn't

I was taken to a higher level

Accentuating every part

Till it too, felt my voice

Heavenly like, I sang

In wonder of the words

And the sound I played

That resounded in the room

Through the doors

And down the hallway

Yes, loud it was

And so drawn were people

That I kept playing

Eternity was just starting

Float along in your dreams

Go along with me

It won't end

Until I let it stop

But it always continues

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Wow, I like both, very beautiful James and Mike! LuvLovehaha

James, about the poem I posted I think it was written for Glenn Gould…I’m not sure about the author.

Now, this is a Haiku I wrote today, while thinking of Breakfast at Tiffany's, the scene where Holly throws her Cat(wit no name) into the rain and decides to leave town…

Last night I dreamt of you

My lovely cat, with no name

Bright sunset in the clouds of rainy day.

Cat, Cat...I’ll have to name you:

‘Eric Carmen Jr.’

:updown:heartpumpgrin

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Andiemay, you're red-faced. Now get some refreshed rest. You look a little tired. smirk

I feel the same way, James. That was off the top of my head. But the story in it, about people or a person hearing the music is true.

I wrote some poetry to the Kenny Loggins thread. I went through it at least seven times. I had to go through it word-by-word, as if I was going to perform it. It was difficult, because I wanted it to be read well. (As if it wasn't being sung).But singing is what I had in mind when I wrote it. Heartfelt with love.

I like to write, because I can feel the words, especially when I sing them. That song that Eric sings, "Foolin Myself"- That's what I mean about feeling the words, the music with his heart, his soul. Every thought. Every way. With all you've got. With all your might. Lay it all out.

That's who I am. I will give it all, every time I can. What a beautiful song.

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.....That song that Eric sings, "Foolin Myself"- That's what I mean about feeling the words, the music with his heart, his soul. Every thought. Every way. With all you've got. With all your might. Lay it all out.

That's who I am. I will give it all, every time I can. What a beautiful song.

Exactly! What a Sublime song, Mike...

PS:...So sorry "Canadian Woman", my new signature pic is too large. I couldn't make it smaller grin

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I think that Eric likes this poetry.

"Don't wanna lean"

Don't wanna lean no longer

On ready-made thoughts

Don't wanna lean no longer

On ready-made religions

Don't wanna lean no longer

On ready-made sciences

Don't wanna lean no longer

On any authorities

This is what I've learnt

Since I was born

My own eyes and ears

They are all I can trust

My own legs

They are all I can stand on

Anything bad? Nothing bad!

What I really wanna lean on is

The back of my chair

....by Noriko Ibaragi

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That's beautiful, aventurine.

And that poem reminds me of Eric, too.

I can see that word 'lean' being stretched out in a song.

Maybe with two notes sung for that one word, 'lean'. High note to one note down.

Just now writing this, live:

If I walk a straight line

Where does it lead me down?

-Somewhere around.

I've seen all the faces

Blank like there's nothing

But torn thoughts inside

What is the reason for it?

The crap that we've been through

The things we've been told

I'll have to tell someone

'Cause I've been through it, too (I was laughing on that line, because I needed a laugh from the lines before in this section).

Do you see something, too?

Do you feel the same as I do?

And don't know what I say is true?

And I can't walk down that line like before

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I heard one that I liked. A simple lyric.

Someone said to me this past week, "You're the

reason for my being".

You bring out the things

I like to say

And you do it

In a warm and gentle way

When I think of

How I used to hide My Feeelings

I was someone that

I really Couldn't Knooow

Now you've opened

Up a world

I've been Concealing

Can't you see?

You help me grow

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