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On His Finger Tips Insures No Note Will Slip, The Cellist Plays In A Marble Hall, Holding The Listeners In Thrall, Setting The Elevated Mood, Where The World Does Not Intrude, And A Host Of Fresh Emotions Can Be Understood.
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All Sound Ceases, Music Will Release Us From The Hubbub And Clatter Of Everything That Doesn’t Matter, Turn Gray Thoughts To A Rainbow Hue, And Murmur Secrets Meant Only For You.  *In Wood 2* Carved Cherry 47 1/2" Tall 68 Pounds Women
Learn To Be Resilient And Tough, It’s Little Enough To Help Us Survive And Keep Our Dignity Alive. Few Will Know, As Little Will Show, But Our Dreams Endure In Story And Song, Courageous And Pure, And In Our Caring, We’re Never Wrong.  The
Dishwasher Died Friday Night, Complete With An Ominous Flashing Red Light And A Sinister Cough That Remains, Even With The Power Off. Life Has Become Endless Toil, Every Dish In A State Of Soil, And I’m Tempted To Cry As I Endlessly Wash And Dry, Planning What Replacement To Buy.  *Anemone* Acrylic On Canvas 16" H X 20" W Surely
Everyone Longs To Be Wild And Free, Not Coast Through Life As A Stepford Wife, It Can’t Only Consist Of Me, Floating In A Tide Of Dreams, In A Bubbling Stream Of Words, Waiting To Be Heard.  *Fireline* Oil On Arches Rough The
World Is Hotter Than It Was, Because, Because. Solar Flares Will Melt Stone Stairs And All The Streets, And Pieces Of The Sky Will Toast Dry And Fall In Sheets To The Simmering Seas, And There We’ll Be, Ashes, Floating In Infinity.  Too
Often, The Essence Of The Day Quickly Slips Away, Monday Slides Into Tuesday’s Space, And Thursday Falls Out Of Place. Time Ticks By On A Clock With No Hands, A Repetitive Illusion, Invisible, And Impossible To Understand.  The
Heart Is Silent And Does Not Speak, Except In Lulling Music, When The Pulse Grows Weak, And Then The Satisfying, Splendid, Words Can Be Heard.  Where
Is The Resolution, When No One Wants A Solution, But Only Desires To Stoke The Culture Fires Of The Hour, And Lie And Cheat To Keep Themselves In Power?  *Head* Carved Colorado Alabaster 15" H Ebonized Walnut Base In
The Cool Of The Morning, In The First Light Of Day, Chaos Is Far Away, On The Horizon, But Not Yet Here, With Only A Wispy Smoke Of Fear, I Watch It Draw Near. |
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