A Poem By Brianna // 6/30/2008

All is silent.
No sound to break
the solemn ache.
So fingers dare
to take it away.
A string of notes
circles down,
flowing through
first, the crashing bound
of the sea,
relenting to
the complexity
of a secret past.
Rising up
the mystery of
the unknown,
and singing the
lightness of
a spirit.
Pulling the strain of
a tossing vessel
Raging the cry
of clashing metal.
pink horizons
blowing leaves
running feet
and soft cool breeze.
Shattering hearts
stealing breath
taking you
to a place of rest
Rising, swelling
growing flight
instilled now
with imperishable life.
For even when
those hands are through
their soul remains
though notes depart
live in the memory of
the heart.



This is a lovely poem! Nice job!

Elizabeth | Tue, 07/01/2008


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine



Velocity | Tue, 07/01/2008

The Truth will set you free.

. . . .

Twas great Brianna! =)


Anonymous | Wed, 07/02/2008

Good job, Brianna! You

Good job, Brianna! You captured the essence of music perfectly!

Heather | Fri, 07/04/2008

And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"

This is lovely!

This is lovely!

Anna | Mon, 07/07/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Gorgeous! I love music...

Gorgeous! I love music... and I love TRYING to compose... I'm still at the improvising with chords stage. >.<

Kyleigh | Sun, 07/13/2008


This is beautiful, Brianna.
Job well done.

Clare Marie | Mon, 07/14/2008

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]


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