Saturday, September 13, 2003
hearing impaired
you hear harmony in this duet,
all i hear is dissonance.
you rise like the crescendo,
i wither in the whispers of the pianissimo.
you hone and tune to perfection,
i lose all intonation.
you sustain like an endless fermata,
i stagger and break the phrase.
how do you still hear the opus
within all of me?
is it because your delicate fingers
gently strum my heartstrings?
(c)2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {12:43 AM}
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
sidenote: *inspired by my
journal title.
foliage of dreams
the prisms in the sky
fall
toward the thirsty ground
and making sounds
like symphony all around
the trees and its leaves.
ruler of the stars,
the center, fourth from mars,
collected some drops in jars
and grew a rainbow.
and reflecting from their eyes,
each color sprung to life,
and painted the skies;
what a sight!
and for each betrayal,
violet
blossomed in earth's garden.
for each gram of loneliness,
indigo
smeared her eyes.
for each teardrop,
blue
sapphire stones rolled off their cheeks.
for each temperature of jealousy,
green
cooled them with envy.
for each ray of sunshine,
yellow
canaries sung their hymn.
for every sunset,
orange
sunflowers bowed down to the ground.
for every love,
red
outlined the lovers' cheeks.
for all the colors produced,
nature painted the leaves
artfully with his paintbrush,
and created a luscious
painting.
foliage of leaves
so much like our emotions
and dreams.
it is autumn.
(c)2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {12:42 PM}
