PIANO, PLAY ME

          

             Piano,  Play Me

            Piano, play me

            With wordless tune

            Through breezeless desert

            And 'round the moon.

            Piano, play me

            On black and white

            Pale ivory chords

            That gleam in night.

            Piano, play me

            Forgotten songs

            Like footprints, written

            To guide me on.

            Oh, let me hear

            Your thunderous roar

            Your soft, sweet ebb

            Upon the shore.

            Like starlight falling

            From skies above

            Raise me up high

            To fall in love.

            Your keys have glory

            And notes of gold

            Soothe newborn tantrums

            And hearts grown old.

            How many masters

            Composed and wept

            Upon your keyboards

            While dreamers slept.

            Piano, play me

            Let me draw near

            To music's kingdom   

            Within my ear.

            Piano, play me

            Like rain falls down

            In hands of rapture

            Oh, let me drown.

   ©By Voo

   May 3, 09
7:08 pm

 

NO SILENT BELLS

No Silent Bells
　
　
　
It is hard to leave this world quietly
There is something in us that cries out for recognition,
For acknowledgement, for fame, whatever fame might be.

It is hard to fade away into oblivion
When everything in us is screaming for validation
And we are consumed by the fear of our unworth.

It is hard to kick against the thorns
Jesus said to Paul
As he walked to Damascus with his eyes full of pride.

It is hard to be a human being
Here in a world full of money and machine
While every day in every way, they take away our humanity.

It is hard to love outside ourselves
When inside our inner souls, voices cry out
Needing forgiveness and finding little within our own hearts.

It is hard, it is hard, it is so damned hard
And yet, we stumble on because we must
For if we do not try, then what can living mean?

There must be someone here to ring the bells
When the world has drowned in sorrow
And the survivors hide in shadow as tomorrow turns to gray.

The bells in shattered belfries wait
For us to climb, for us to strive, for us to reach
To ring out our departures and the arrivals of new life.

It is hard to leave this world quietly
There is something in goodbye that tastes of terror
And as I die, I ring this bell in fervent hope, that someone out there hears.

Can you hear me?
Can you hear the.....bells.....?
Promise me they will never go silent, promise me
That you will take my place........

　
　
　

©by Voo
Feb 20, 10
10:33 p.m.


Bell ringing