詩 “Piano days”
Poetry “Piano days”
Every morning I open that door.
There is an old piano and a musical score that arrived on a certain day from stranger.
Light from window is rolling on score as if inviting me.
I count lost things and play the piano like bird’s chirp.
Severe morning light and piano sound melt my heart.
After finished playing the song “Flower scented small boat drifting in the lake”,
I take a deep breath to the window side.
Lily drew by an unknown painter smiles at me.
My day begins.
When I can't style my hair, I wear a hat
I made changes in my life, and I'm proud of that
I put my headphones on when I don't wanna listen to the things around me
I didn't find my passion, it found me
I need keys because I'll find closed doors
You need more than money if you don't wanna be poor
I need a notebook and a pencil to write down what I've learned
And an envelope to save the money I've earned.
Martin De La Cruz (Xander Island)
Acts of Attention -
Barely opened my eyes
to the sky that is not
a sky and street lights
scarred walls and garbage
Even here a touch of grace
hidden like a spurned lover
caught in the act. - Mary MacDonald