Can I write my Muse a poem?
Pen picks up as paint brush falls
Can I write my Muse a poem?
Reaching out ‘cross time he calls
On plaintive cry of circling gulls
Beyond wave on wave of foam
Stranded there so far from home
The home that I would wish were ours
A place secure in peacefulness
Serene and dark beneath the stars
Where less is more and more is less
A place where I could set my head to rest
In love and contemplation on his chest.
Then mind and body melting into one
That steady beat would drown all sound
Till our two hearts leap welcome to the sun
The center of our universe is found
With darkness gone, a New Day starts
While we content, embrace our arts
In joy the paintbrush dances bright with fun
And colors pulse and move and run
angel in the dust
PS i lack the focus required to paint the peach and cherry the way i would like to. Luckily I’m about to head off to a concert and that should divert my mind. Hurray for music-especially live music.
The Magic Moments of Watercolor 
Such a lovely, heartfelt poem. There is nothing quite like live music – enjoy, and I hope it inspires your paintbrush to dance along soon!
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Shall do! The concert was an ensemble of 14 cellos under the direction of Yale’s Aldo Parisot and included some lovely arrangements of music by Grieg, Bach, Rachmaninoff, Schumann, Albinoni, Ravel, and a wonderful new piece by Wojciech Kilar. It is always a pleasure to hear music live particularly when it is well played as this was.
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