The green dressed lady
Settles quietly in the green room
Of her mind
Her recital faces her
It is up to her
Nerves or not
It is time to perform.
She bends over the keyboard
As above a cradle
Hovering tenderly, graciously
Coaxing each note
Teasing each key to give her their best
She is in control
The piano disappears
To take flight from the red and purple draped stage
Leaving behind it a trail of volutes
Escaping but still linked to each other
By the magician hands
Never giving them total freedom
To roam randomly
Like the child pulling or letting go
Adding or releasing tension
On the rope of the kite playing in the wind
To reach the clouds
To reach the sky
Its freedom always illusory
When gravity calls back
Weighting forces it back to earth
Despite all its efforts
Reality, stark reality
Is waiting for it
With its obligations, ceremonials
And heavy Rituals
It tries to fly away
Resisting the infernal pull
Of the last link
The tension grows
It can't resist and it is brought down
To conformity, constraints
A short reprieve throws it back in the air
Before crashing down
There it shivers, looking at the sky
Rejoicing at the flights of galas
Crossing this way and that way
Looking on their wounded companion
Lying on the ground
Mounting an attack to free it
From the spell of the evil magician
The battle is epic
The music stops, the spell ends.
---------------------------
A white petal
A single petal is leaving
It's tree anchor
Flies away traveling towards the sun
Towards greener pastures
Eloping with the softest breeze
Of a perfumed Spring
Who promised to take it
To enchanted shores
Where eternal Spring exist
Easy talk to an easy prey
Ready to believe anyone
With such a lightness , delicacy
In his touch
What a symphony
He made on her skin
Exploring the world together
A genuine pleasure
Renew his jagged sense of déjà vu
It's only a love game
Renewed yearly
A mindless one
Ending soon,
Too soon for boredom sets in
Once again day and night
Melancholy pervades all
She remembers the old orchard
She thinks of the warm embrace
Of her loving sister on the Corolla
She has lost her freshness
Rot has settled in
She can't go back
It is too late.
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