A symphony of heart strings strummed
echoed memories longing for the deep
the curtain closed, but there shone a star
blinding at first, I’m finding my way around
The words in my head drummed
funny how the day dreams creep
the familiar now longing afar
stands the man with feet off the ground
A canvas to dark paint succumbed
brush stroked scars that I keep
a glass of half empty life at the bar
prayers for a hope seldom found
An over worked soul becomes numbed
to the sounds of an innocent sleep
this tender thing trembled ajar
by the love of a singular sound








Beautiful ink…
You made the words come alive.
Outstanding piece Thor. Nice to see you my friend.
Music and art are intertwined in this piece beautifully.;))
So glad you’re here.
This…that last stanza…pure poetry, my friend.
Beautifully penned, Thor. This is an incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian