Abandon Piano? A Reawaken Passion!

Abandon Piano? A Reawaken Passion

Be it my own expectation,my observation
Be it real or imagined,I can’t help but to feel,to write
And this too I pray and say,
Stirring in your heart I believe is a passion that can
Be reawakened,but still I observe there resides within
you lonesome love,an untouched love, that asks of itself
to be joined here;this precious gift,a talent you have been givenr
Perhaps it has been buried,denied or forgotten--
Yet how dear you are to me my friendr
For one must share what is natural to one’s heartr
And so my precious one, come forth and play--
A magnificent love song awaits and is seeking you!
It is as near as your free will to re-choose,
To renew a love that will always finds its way.

Oh I have dreamed many will come whom thirst to hear you play
And please, know you need not fear, for the path is still open and clear.

Imagine if you will the stage curtain being lifted as you prepare to play
You breathe in the Spirit and the Promise that brought you here…
Like the rush of Andrea Bocelli aria makes one’s heart soar,
You begin to feel truly alive as if an invisible hand of Spiritr
Moved your fingers across those ivory and ebony keys—
A timeless melody fills the air and you begin to feel the connection
As if coming home to a once lost friend you always yearned to be with.

At the performance finale before a standing ovation you take a gracious
Bow and then you notice something peculiar, something has changed?
You notice that longstanding, unhealed nagging itch in the palms of
Your hand and you say to self, “it’s gone, it’s gone away.”
In the excitement of the moment you out-stretch your arms, unashamed,
You turn your palms outward to the unsuspecting audience in gratitude
Of their admiration and a miracle that has just occurred.

I too had risen from my seat and applauded in heart felt gratitude …feeling lifted … inspired and recalling inwardly of the vows we once pledged to each other about the true purpose of our relationship,'…to create opportunity …to grow ...for self-expression …about lifting our lives …to heal…
for reunion… for communion…'

Back stage at her over crowded, fan-flocked dressing room I find her showered with flowers and accolades. Although I couldn’t get inside the green room, Yet I can tell you of an indescribable joy I felt as I did get a distant glimpse at seeing her aglow and saying to myself,
“Their is nothing like a satisfied soul of a woman,her seeing an
opportunity; applying herself to a rediscovered love of her own
to once a lonesome,abandon piano.”