Bonded

Bonded

That feeling deep down in your soul

Which makes your life complete

The heart that makes your own heart whole

The taste that makes life so sweet

It rises up from deep within

To fill you up with light

No matter where you have been

It makes the whole world right

When you find the perfect thing

Grab it with both hands

Tie it up with golden strings

Give in to its demands

For you have found the perfect life

 There will be no more sorrow or strife

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Harpie

Harpie

Along a darkened road

By a glistening brook

A lonely maid sat waiting

For a love to come along

She waited very patiently

She could not comprehend

Why no one ever came looking?

What caused her heart to rend?

Eventually no one remembered

The poor maid waiting there

Till all that was left of her

Was her long luxurious hair

Then there came a minstrel

Lacking proper resources

He used the hair for strings

And the bones for harp pieces

When he brought it to town

The hair played its own tale

The lesson learned by all?

Sometimes even the good fail

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One True Love

When I was a freshman in high school (about fifteen) I went to the United Kingdom on a family trip.  We were staying in a hotel in London at the same time as a group that was performing. Thinking back with what I know now (it was August, near Edinburgh), it must have been a school group or a fringe fest group.  There was one person practicing violin at about 1 am.  Loudly.  In the hallway.  Here I was a stranger in a strange land and there was this violin music.  I wrote a poem about it.  Over the years, it has become lost but I still remember the opening two lines because I had read it to my parents and was told, "that's creepy."  It is the same three lines used here.  I decided to use the lines and try to recreate the feeling of the lonely young man, practicing the fiddle, at the wee hours of the morning, desperately seeking...

One True Love

A man and his instrument are one

One constantly craving

The company of the other

The haunting melodies

Rise down the darkened corridors

Calling to mind

Gypsy ghosts of yesteryear

The student studies with strings

Crafting compositions for classes

Making nightly worship

At the altar of Apollo

He sweats and bleeds notation

Knowing this is life blood

Music is his mistress

He will never truly love another

Beyond his first

One true love