Nothing sooths like poetry,

One thousand times over,Your loss,Paradise lost forever,Life, happiness never,To be regained.Now,My ship has sailed,Oceans afar,I travel on one single streak of light,That never will become a star.

And makes us feel so grandI’m not impressedBy false largesse,But Silvia’s wordsAre, the sincerestI’ve ever known,She makes me feelSo humble,With the thingsShe says,She really thinks,My poetry swingsWhen, it must beOnly, the wind,That sings.So dearest SilviaPlease hearThis, my sincereBequest,‘I now declareThat my life you haveBeautifully enrichedAnd Blessed! ‘

With Rachmaninoff,I have his piano concertos,Playing in my head,They push me forward,Help me get ahead,Help me stay alive,In an ugly world,Of Love, deprived,I go around humming,The great melodies,All those that are near,Think I have lost my mindAnd therefore they fear,My ‘contagious desease’:To Love Music, ArtAnd Live as I please.

Rolled from the instrument,Becoming, all,That melody could ever be.Living sound was enhanced,With such grace,That musical emotion becameWhat it had to be,The warmest embrace of harmony.

In a spotCalled, ‘Primavera’Was the last Spring,Of our life, together.Life courts death,So unattended,And so cruelSpring’s rebirth,Not,Always intended,For us, human fools.Who don’t realizeThat our lives,Are fragile flowersMade of crystalThat can shatterAt any momentWithout notice,Without rule.

And conquerHearts,Right from the startWith love that’s kindAnd words that bind,Right, from the start,Becoming part,Of every living heartWhere no one’s left,Behind,While in the real world,Others searchBut cannot find.Only Art and PoetryGive you wings,That feeling,Free.