it would never let her down
no one could take it away from her
it would be a source of solace and comfort
for her whole life
a buffer against a cruel world
an escape into another realm
she was only fourteen
i don't know how she knew
You knew ~~ love this poetic interpretation of the image!
Beautiful "take" on the image. Music is often an escape in the teen years, methinks!
The inherent intuition and energetic self-preservation of youth — would be my guess!? This is wonderful Rall, so well written — excellent! 🙂
Oh Rall, this is wonderful and the ending is prefect and thought provoking. I love it!
Some people just know, even at an early age.
Well Rall this is terrific - we all have our muses and thank goodness for that... A delight...
That rapt look on her face bears out everything you say.
Some are so lucky to know from a very early age. Beautifully captured!
Nice one RallHappy Sunday.Much💛love
Hopefully we each have a talent that we enjoy for ourselves and please others at the same time.
Enchanting. She's adding a new part of the self.
You have captured the essence of the totally absorbed cellist - a lovely write.
I love your interpretation of this photo. I can see your poem in her expression, in her connection to the instrument... So young and so lucky.
A passion for something like music can definitely be an anchor.
This poem goes straight to my heart. It reminds me so much of my youngest who began playing the cello when she was 11.
This is so touching! I love this! Big Hugs!
A fine interpretation!
Delicate and touching. Love it!
hi Rall, i enjoyed your poem, i also enjoyed the piano concerto video, thank you for sharing
I really like this. It reminds me of how I began writing in a journal when I was 5, and that has really carried me through. To borrow your last line, "i don't know how she knew."
You knew ~~ love this poetic interpretation of the image!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful "take" on the image. Music is often an escape in the teen years, methinks!
ReplyDeleteThe inherent intuition and energetic self-preservation of youth — would be my guess!? This is wonderful Rall, so well written — excellent! 🙂
ReplyDeleteOh Rall, this is wonderful and the ending is prefect and thought provoking. I love it!
ReplyDeleteSome people just know, even at an early age.
ReplyDeleteWell Rall this is terrific - we all have our muses and thank goodness for that... A delight...
ReplyDeleteThat rapt look on her face bears out everything you say.
ReplyDeleteSome are so lucky to know from a very early age. Beautifully captured!
ReplyDeleteNice one Rall
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday.
Much💛love
Hopefully we each have a talent that we enjoy for ourselves and please others at the same time.
ReplyDeleteEnchanting. She's adding a new part of the self.
ReplyDeleteYou have captured the essence of the totally absorbed cellist - a lovely write.
ReplyDeleteI love your interpretation of this photo. I can see your poem in her expression, in her connection to the instrument... So young and so lucky.
ReplyDeleteA passion for something like music can definitely be an anchor.
ReplyDeleteThis poem goes straight to my heart. It reminds me so much of my youngest who began playing the cello when she was 11.
ReplyDeleteThis is so touching! I love this! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteA fine interpretation!
ReplyDeleteDelicate and touching. Love it!
ReplyDeletehi Rall, i enjoyed your poem, i also enjoyed the piano concerto video, thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteI really like this. It reminds me of how I began writing in a journal when I was 5, and that has really carried me through. To borrow your last line, "i don't know how she knew."
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