John Albert Thomas » Poetry http://johnalbertthomas.com Solo Piano Music Thu, 15 Jul 2010 12:00:21 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 How and Why I Compose Piano Works http://johnalbertthomas.com/poetry/how-and-why-i-compose-piano-works/ http://johnalbertthomas.com/poetry/how-and-why-i-compose-piano-works/#comments Sat, 26 May 2007 05:00:20 +0000 John http://johnalbertthomas.com/music/2007/05/25/how-and-why-i-compose-piano-works/ Choose a note.
Something new.
Press the key.
Hammer strikes.
String vibrates.
Ear translates.
Mind debates.
What comes next?
Heart perceives.
Then conceives.
Mind receives.
Hand achieves.
Cycle repeat.
Body, Mind,
And Heart unite
Till Heart speaks
What Mind cannot.
If you listen
Hear my soul
Delight to play
Before the throne
In the court
Of God alone.
I, the instrument
He has made
For His pleasure,
Piano or none,
All the same.

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~The Golden Road ~

Looking back on years gone by
We stop to think and wonder why
The joys of youth that we once knew
Have been sacrificed for something new.

The things we looked to with delight
Like summer days and moonlit nights,
Golden fields stretching far and wide,
And oceans that came and went in tide.
We wanted with the birds to sing.
Life was filled with pleasant things.

We were travelers on a winding road;
A road paved with the finest gold.
Trees and fields were on both sides,
And we walked on with playful strides.
We searched for the simple truth
Traveling on the golden road of youth.

We sought to find our fantasies.
Our hearts were filled with ecstasies.
We ran through grass up to our knees.
We longed for autumns bed of leaves.

When we had fallen to the ground
We got back up and looked around.
The words that quickly let us down
Were soon replaced with pleasing sounds.
The things we seemed to desperately lack
Were soon forgotten, and we’d bounce back.

We were travelers on a winding road;
A road paved with the finest gold.
We look back at all the trees
Depicting our fondest of memories.
We searched to find the simple truth
Traveling on the golden road of youth.

Joy and peace seemed natural.
We felt as if invincible.
But now we live in grave distrust;
We sense that we return to dust.

Time seemed like an endless friend,
But our friend now comes to an end.
The dreams we once looked forward to
Have dwindled to a meager few.
Imagination encompassed round,
But now, to reality we are bound.

We were travelers on a winding road;
A road paved with the finest gold.
We have seen and passed the final tree;
And all we have are memories.
We finally found the simple truth.
Thus ended the golden road of youth.

- JT

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