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The pianist

Your hands are floating like a wave,
you delve into the melody,
the movements of your body crave,
what words can't tell - a harmony.

Your eyes, not focussed on the scene,
illuminated by the tone,
release a charming smile, so clean,
could soften hardness of a stone.

Reflections in your face reveal
aesthesia of deepest soul,
too much to think about or feel,
that's you and not a masking role.

Your fingers leave the ivory,
a final touch, that fades away,
a sigh brings back reality,
the wellspring of your tunes will stay.

 

Beached

A seagull sings a gloomy tune,
a silent death behind the dune,
a tortured cry that dies onshore,
that’s one of nature’s biggest sore. 

An enemy, which was a friend,
the cruel evaporating wind,
their faces, wearied by the ban,
look in despair to helping men. 

A final movement of the fin,
the breath is weak and cannot win,
the glory of all oceans' seed,
a monstrous piece of dying meat.

The sea engulfs the seagull’s song,
the jauntiness of oceans, gone,
the future keeps some fairy-tales
about the long forgotten whales.

 

Dear Mom

I look into your eyes, dear Mom,
I fly away and flashes come,
a flush of scenes in memories,
what happened, that will never cease.

From childhood legs on we have played,
not funny every word we said,
but always in a special way,
assured me that you don't betray.

You guided me from year to year
and stuck by me without a fear,
no matter what I said and did,
a lioness kills for her kid.

A laughing and a crying eye
released me so, that I could try
to make my own steps into life,
a basic trust made me survive.

The years grew old and you and me,
I swim and dive through open sea,
but sometimes I have been your guest,
to serve your heart a well-earned rest.

And now I stroke your cheeks - a smile,
it keeps the memories for a while,
I take your hand and won't forget
the most beloved Mom, I've met.

(c) Lorenz Filius 2010