Like yesterday, 'Flowers' was written last night, and this one only now. This was a welcome reminder that it's bloody lovely to bask in some nice chords once in a while.
Peter came to meet me.
We walked in the meadow, fondly talked of youth.
With a light touch, he closed my eyes
and upon my waking, had filled a cup.
He waited, eyes on my lips.
His lips were roses, glistening.
He waited, took a sip.
He wondered what kept me from his cup.
I longed to drink, and
I thought he had become tired of waiting.
I raised it to my lips.
Before a drop could touch, he took it away.
He smiled and said:
“You’re not ready, Love.”
I smiled and knew too well
his drink was poison.
These last two. Sheesh.
ReplyDeleteBy which I mean I love them! Especially the words. I think I love the music too, but I'm not very good at hearing it in my head or at playing piano.
ReplyDeleteThanks man! Means a lot :)
ReplyDeleteI couldn't bear to make a sib sound file of this one, but here's something else I worked on today for some reason https://soundcloud.com/andrew_howes/baby-elephant-walk/s-Dt0np
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning
ReplyDeletebrb gotta go find my socks
hahaha wow!
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