Musings by The Poet Loriet
A Moulin Rouge Reverie
A Moulin Rouge Reverie
Show tunes always pierce through me.
I feel the emotions in songs deeply.
Music and poetry are my weaknesses.
Did you remember...
from the plays we saw together,
how tears would form in my eyes
at the first tremble of music,
the bright lights, ornate costumes,
and the rush of actors onto the stage?
I'm listening to the music you arranged.
From the first crescendoing,
"The hills are alive with the sound of music,"
I get an unrelenting case of goosebumps.
Thank you doesn't seem adequate
for the time and thoughtfulness
that went into the birthday c.d.
you made to surprise me, so...
I hope you don't mind,
I hope you don't mind
that I put into words
how wonderful life is,
now you're in the world.
Each song brings to mind
memories of you ~
and the wonderful time we had
reminiscing,
staying awake all night long,
stimulated by caffeine, laughter,
and lively conversations...
looking at old photographs,
reading through cards and letters
we sent to one another
in what seems like
another lifetime.
It's a little bit funny,
this feeling inside...
I'm not one of those who can
easily hide...
Anyways, the thing is,
what I really mean,
yours are the sweetest eyes
I've ever seen.
I remember~ your eyes are brown,
like mine...remember my old
nickname for you...Doey?
And...did I detect a wistful sparkle
in your eyes too...or was it
just sleep deprivation?
A lot of precious memories
came flooding back,
memories of some of the best
years of my life.
The music plays on.
I'm alone at work today,
bored and answering phones,
when I hear...
Spectacular, spectacular...
No words of a vernacular
can describe this great event.
You'll be dumb with wonderment.
Returns are fixed at ten percent.
You must agree that's excellent.
I collapse into giggles,
a mental picture of you standing
at the top of my stairwell,
orating those exact same words
in your best Thespian voice.
Besides forgetting how tall you are,
I'd forgotten how funny you can be,
and how good it feels...to laugh.
A new song begins,
taking my breath away.
My tone is serious once again.
It's funny how music
can bring so many emotions
bubbling to the surface.
A hopeless romantic,
I put the phones on hold,
want to listen to every word,
get lost inside the melody.
Come what may,
I never knew I could feel like this,
like I've never seen the sky before.
I want to vanish inside your kiss...
(I make a mental note ~
What an awesome line!)
Suddenly, the world seems such a lovely place.
Suddenly, it moves in a love embrace.
Suddenly, my life doesn't seem such a waste,
now that I'm around you...
I sigh out loud,
a dreamy look in my eyes,
gaze out the window at the trees.
They wear their outfits of October
rainbows ~ burnished leaves of
gold, orange, red...
I enjoy the sensation of the sunlight
as it streams in, caressing my face
with a glowing warmth.
Sing out this song,
and I'll be there by your side.
Storm clouds may gather,
and stars may collide.
I continue daydreaming
as I listen to, "Satine and Christian's Theme,"
sad and hauntingly beautiful.
With every high note,
butterflies dance in my stomach.
A lump forms in my throat.
Tears pool,
threaten to spill over.
I close my eyes,
see fleeting images of drums,
ocean waves, ballerinas, laughter,
couples dancing dizzyingly...
The tears win out
as I listen to,
"A Fool To Believe."
I was a fool to believe.
It all ends today.
The days are done
when two were as one.
Then, welcome re-affirmation...
in ,"The Show Must Go On"...
Outside, the dawn is breaking on the stage.
These simple words
serve as a reminder that,
"All the world's a stage,"
and dawn will always come.
We need to play our roles
to the best of our abilities,
and keep on performing...
the dramas, the comedies,
the love scenes, the tragedies...
that compose our lives.
Inside, my heart is breaking,
my makeup may be flaking,
but my smile stays on...
The show must go on!
You came home this weekend
to be here for my show,
the bellydancing one
I performed in...and you told me
that "Hindi Sad Diamonds"
reminded you of the music
we danced to.
It's playing now,
and thankful for
our lack of patients today,
I crank up the volume
and bellydance around the office,
with an eye towards the door
(just in case)...
I feel so free and alive
when I'm dancing!
I'm almost sad when the music stops,
thinking about the emotions
stirred in me
during this day alone,
just me and my music...
but I know
I can replay this c.d. any time,
just like I can the memories
of your visit,
and think of you...
our time together
this weekend.
Thank you ~
for the past memories,
and the future ones
I'm looking forward
to making.
I hope...
we can share
more laughs,
long talks,
good friendship,
and whatever else
fate has in store...
Come What May.
Lori Beal
Show tunes always pierce through me.
I feel the emotions in songs deeply.
Music and poetry are my weaknesses.
Did you remember...
from the plays we saw together,
how tears would form in my eyes
at the first tremble of music,
the bright lights, ornate costumes,
and the rush of actors onto the stage?
I'm listening to the music you arranged.
From the first crescendoing,
"The hills are alive with the sound of music,"
I get an unrelenting case of goosebumps.
Thank you doesn't seem adequate
for the time and thoughtfulness
that went into the birthday c.d.
you made to surprise me, so...
I hope you don't mind,
I hope you don't mind
that I put into words
how wonderful life is,
now you're in the world.
Each song brings to mind
memories of you ~
and the wonderful time we had
reminiscing,
staying awake all night long,
stimulated by caffeine, laughter,
and lively conversations...
looking at old photographs,
reading through cards and letters
we sent to one another
in what seems like
another lifetime.
It's a little bit funny,
this feeling inside...
I'm not one of those who can
easily hide...
Anyways, the thing is,
what I really mean,
yours are the sweetest eyes
I've ever seen.
I remember~ your eyes are brown,
like mine...remember my old
nickname for you...Doey?
And...did I detect a wistful sparkle
in your eyes too...or was it
just sleep deprivation?
A lot of precious memories
came flooding back,
memories of some of the best
years of my life.
The music plays on.
I'm alone at work today,
bored and answering phones,
when I hear...
Spectacular, spectacular...
No words of a vernacular
can describe this great event.
You'll be dumb with wonderment.
Returns are fixed at ten percent.
You must agree that's excellent.
I collapse into giggles,
a mental picture of you standing
at the top of my stairwell,
orating those exact same words
in your best Thespian voice.
Besides forgetting how tall you are,
I'd forgotten how funny you can be,
and how good it feels...to laugh.
A new song begins,
taking my breath away.
My tone is serious once again.
It's funny how music
can bring so many emotions
bubbling to the surface.
A hopeless romantic,
I put the phones on hold,
want to listen to every word,
get lost inside the melody.
Come what may,
I never knew I could feel like this,
like I've never seen the sky before.
I want to vanish inside your kiss...
(I make a mental note ~
What an awesome line!)
Suddenly, the world seems such a lovely place.
Suddenly, it moves in a love embrace.
Suddenly, my life doesn't seem such a waste,
now that I'm around you...
I sigh out loud,
a dreamy look in my eyes,
gaze out the window at the trees.
They wear their outfits of October
rainbows ~ burnished leaves of
gold, orange, red...
I enjoy the sensation of the sunlight
as it streams in, caressing my face
with a glowing warmth.
Sing out this song,
and I'll be there by your side.
Storm clouds may gather,
and stars may collide.
I continue daydreaming
as I listen to, "Satine and Christian's Theme,"
sad and hauntingly beautiful.
With every high note,
butterflies dance in my stomach.
A lump forms in my throat.
Tears pool,
threaten to spill over.
I close my eyes,
see fleeting images of drums,
ocean waves, ballerinas, laughter,
couples dancing dizzyingly...
The tears win out
as I listen to,
"A Fool To Believe."
I was a fool to believe.
It all ends today.
The days are done
when two were as one.
Then, welcome re-affirmation...
in ,"The Show Must Go On"...
Outside, the dawn is breaking on the stage.
These simple words
serve as a reminder that,
"All the world's a stage,"
and dawn will always come.
We need to play our roles
to the best of our abilities,
and keep on performing...
the dramas, the comedies,
the love scenes, the tragedies...
that compose our lives.
Inside, my heart is breaking,
my makeup may be flaking,
but my smile stays on...
The show must go on!
You came home this weekend
to be here for my show,
the bellydancing one
I performed in...and you told me
that "Hindi Sad Diamonds"
reminded you of the music
we danced to.
It's playing now,
and thankful for
our lack of patients today,
I crank up the volume
and bellydance around the office,
with an eye towards the door
(just in case)...
I feel so free and alive
when I'm dancing!
I'm almost sad when the music stops,
thinking about the emotions
stirred in me
during this day alone,
just me and my music...
but I know
I can replay this c.d. any time,
just like I can the memories
of your visit,
and think of you...
our time together
this weekend.
Thank you ~
for the past memories,
and the future ones
I'm looking forward
to making.
I hope...
we can share
more laughs,
long talks,
good friendship,
and whatever else
fate has in store...
Come What May.
Lori Beal
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