BeoWulf
Well-Known Member
Hey guys been a while, my pc was kinda dead for most of Rammadan, and it costs an arm and a leg to fix it over here 
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Anyway wanted to drop by and say Eid Mubarak to you all, i hope you all had fun with family and friends alike.
It was nice over here in wales but it still didn't feel much like a special day except for one moment i would like to share with ya.
I was walking near an old section of town not too far from the University, when i started hearing the crisp yet pleasant sound of a piano playing somewhere nearby. It was raining and it felt great to hear something that altered the gray mood most towns in the UK seemed to turn into during bad weather. Finally reaching the place where the music came from i saw a small type of housing complex called "Martyrs Reach". It was a place which seemed to have gotten more vibrant with age. Its tiled corners and wooden casings seemed to be singing along with the melody emanating inside. I wanted to know more about this place so i decided to move to a higher position. From the overpass i was now perched on I could see inside one of the grand linen lined windows. The image was clearer now. There were many people scattered across the room. Some on chairs and others on couches, but most were older than others and the way they were clustered suggested different families. And yet most still seemed older than 60 years of age. It may have been a form of retirement home which was not uncommon for this part of town. I shifted once or twice to try and get a view of the person playing the piano for these obviously entranced people. But still all I could make out were the dainty pink hued hands that seemed to glide across the keys like a pair of white mice. I was getting cold and wetter still, but neither could I move. My only desire was to hear the song that seemed to stop the rain that was pouring inside of me. And yet when it ended so did the warmth my spirit was now addicted to. I hurried to see who could move such a crowd wearied by life and time into passive submission. But all I would ever witness were her hands which seemed to fade away far beyond my ever growing curiosity. I hurried down to street level trying to glance by chance which way she would exit from. turning a corner i could hear many footsteps getting into various cars accompanied by the very familiar sound of shutting doors. I was too late, there was no way of telling who she was or which family she was with. left wet and sneezing i made my way back through town. Cutting through an abandoned playground i caught something move at the corner of my eye. To my surprise there was a girl standing on top of one of the grassy knolls. She was silently turning and swaying whilst looking up at the tear ridden sky. In her eyes i saw the echoes of dedicated passion brimming through. Her fluid motion seeming to be in tune to some invisible sonata. For some reason a few people passing by found the girls actions ridiculous so they started laughing as they walked away. Yet she payed them no attention, she was in a world of her own. One which i for some reason yearned to be let into. And then as if granted by some divine force i could hear it! The same song i heard a few minutes ago! But there was no piano in sight, it was suddenly playing in my head! Louder than any sound known to man. Her movement was starting to make sense, her every twist and her every turn was in complete unity with the song i was hearing. Her body was the canvas in which the paint in my ears could find no home. For the love of all creation! i was witnessing true poetry in motion for the first time!
The Silent Song
Tethered hearts of rising mist
Call the one forever missed
To feel the hand upon my head
To lift the life i had been fed
The wonder, the show, the chilling scene
The bliss, the kiss, the lonely queen
Ballad and body, kindred once more
Poison and Cure given to four
The flickering sight no longer here
The divine voice no longer near
The herbal scent no longer clear
The piercing touch no longer dear
Peering through the gaping hole
Dangling dreams did take their tole
Joy and pain whom brothers to soul
Did play and trick and plan their role
Within the snow lay her chains
Within the sleet lay her pains
Within the stone lay her pride
Within the flesh lay her guide
A Rift so close yet eons away
I stand by her from day to day
Time did halt her hallowed dance
A shifting world a distant trance
Alone i wait the coming rhyme
Alone i seek the blessed chime
Alone i sense the silent song
The song she sings for me alone
.Anyway wanted to drop by and say Eid Mubarak to you all, i hope you all had fun with family and friends alike.
It was nice over here in wales but it still didn't feel much like a special day except for one moment i would like to share with ya.
I was walking near an old section of town not too far from the University, when i started hearing the crisp yet pleasant sound of a piano playing somewhere nearby. It was raining and it felt great to hear something that altered the gray mood most towns in the UK seemed to turn into during bad weather. Finally reaching the place where the music came from i saw a small type of housing complex called "Martyrs Reach". It was a place which seemed to have gotten more vibrant with age. Its tiled corners and wooden casings seemed to be singing along with the melody emanating inside. I wanted to know more about this place so i decided to move to a higher position. From the overpass i was now perched on I could see inside one of the grand linen lined windows. The image was clearer now. There were many people scattered across the room. Some on chairs and others on couches, but most were older than others and the way they were clustered suggested different families. And yet most still seemed older than 60 years of age. It may have been a form of retirement home which was not uncommon for this part of town. I shifted once or twice to try and get a view of the person playing the piano for these obviously entranced people. But still all I could make out were the dainty pink hued hands that seemed to glide across the keys like a pair of white mice. I was getting cold and wetter still, but neither could I move. My only desire was to hear the song that seemed to stop the rain that was pouring inside of me. And yet when it ended so did the warmth my spirit was now addicted to. I hurried to see who could move such a crowd wearied by life and time into passive submission. But all I would ever witness were her hands which seemed to fade away far beyond my ever growing curiosity. I hurried down to street level trying to glance by chance which way she would exit from. turning a corner i could hear many footsteps getting into various cars accompanied by the very familiar sound of shutting doors. I was too late, there was no way of telling who she was or which family she was with. left wet and sneezing i made my way back through town. Cutting through an abandoned playground i caught something move at the corner of my eye. To my surprise there was a girl standing on top of one of the grassy knolls. She was silently turning and swaying whilst looking up at the tear ridden sky. In her eyes i saw the echoes of dedicated passion brimming through. Her fluid motion seeming to be in tune to some invisible sonata. For some reason a few people passing by found the girls actions ridiculous so they started laughing as they walked away. Yet she payed them no attention, she was in a world of her own. One which i for some reason yearned to be let into. And then as if granted by some divine force i could hear it! The same song i heard a few minutes ago! But there was no piano in sight, it was suddenly playing in my head! Louder than any sound known to man. Her movement was starting to make sense, her every twist and her every turn was in complete unity with the song i was hearing. Her body was the canvas in which the paint in my ears could find no home. For the love of all creation! i was witnessing true poetry in motion for the first time!
The Silent Song
Tethered hearts of rising mist
Call the one forever missed
To feel the hand upon my head
To lift the life i had been fed
The wonder, the show, the chilling scene
The bliss, the kiss, the lonely queen
Ballad and body, kindred once more
Poison and Cure given to four
The flickering sight no longer here
The divine voice no longer near
The herbal scent no longer clear
The piercing touch no longer dear
Peering through the gaping hole
Dangling dreams did take their tole
Joy and pain whom brothers to soul
Did play and trick and plan their role
Within the snow lay her chains
Within the sleet lay her pains
Within the stone lay her pride
Within the flesh lay her guide
A Rift so close yet eons away
I stand by her from day to day
Time did halt her hallowed dance
A shifting world a distant trance
Alone i wait the coming rhyme
Alone i seek the blessed chime
Alone i sense the silent song
The song she sings for me alone
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