A chord struck now,
In my heart refreshed,
By hands of reverie,
For days gone by.
I hear a tale,
Of such loving ways,
The sun lights golden, warming rays,
and friendships loving dance.
Mellow and yet vigorous,
Those notes play along,
His clever fingers gallop,
Into meadows of daisies.
And around a hilltop,
My soul floats aloft,
To places of peacefulness,
Life without a care.
Lost as I am now,
In the illusions beheld,
That to be Happy,
I just have to hear more.
Playing to an audience,
Of one, he's content,
And continues to recall,
The life time he's spent.
Not noticed, my presence,
He is carried far away,
Into his childhood adventures,
When little children were gay.
A time and a land,
Far removed from today,
Innocence and friendship treasured,
Above all, was his way.
And I continue to sense,
That his rhythm is Love,
As he tinkles those Ivories,
Bringing peace like a dove.
I reflect in his music,
My own path, still ahead,
And feel sated of spirit,
What a pleasure, I've had.
A tribute to JOHN RISING.
Forever young in life.
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