The musician leaves
Without a note
And nothing ceases,
But his presence.
Maybe there was
A lyrical warning,
Or maybe it was
Just life which
Kept happening in
The guise of the way
Of the world,
Or stopped happening,
All of a sudden,
Without any reason.
©Aaysid
Wow. Great piece, Aaysid. Love it.❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Grace. ❤😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure.💕
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much! 😊
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Nelsapy.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Mmm. A lovely reflection, Aaysid. I love how you use music as a muse here; reminds me of the power of musical vibration and how it can continue to resonate. Beautiful. 💙🎼
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow, thank you so much, Jeff! 😊😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome, Aaysid. Always!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are definitely on-key in this one. Lovely! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow, I see what you did there! 😊👍 Thank you so much, Terveen.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow! You painted a wonderful imagery with words here. So well written and heartfelt.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much. 😊
LikeLike
Interesting thoughts well penned Aaysid!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Dominic.
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure Aaysid!
LikeLike