The Player The piano plays in another room, the music smooth and sweet. We move to watch the player play, we sit down at his feet. The music he is playing comes from another time. There is no written music, for what the player plays. His fingers move across the keys. so smooth, they know the way, He plays from his heart, the player does. His eyes are closed his body sways. Listening to the music, he hears the tale it tells, of other lands and other hands that played the music well. But no hands can match the players. the music is in his heart. He doesn't play for others he plays to be a part of the grand sweep of the music coming from his fingertips. The player plays and listens, to the music of his heart. D+D ================================================================================ Mama's song Sweet dreams of yesterday, in our brothers eyes. He sings us a song mother once sang for him. On our mama's birthday he sings us her song. By singing her song, he gives us a gift. It tears at his soul causing him grief. His tears flow freely as he sings us her song. causing us to join him in pain. We all sit there crying for the mother we lost as she looks down at us, from the portrait above. So perfect in oils, she watches her sons. We wish she were here with us now. D+D ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The Elephant A great gray shape stands by the water. Quiet in the moonlight it seems, to contemplate time or worship the mother of waters. With it's very presence. So very old this elephant She knew the time of kings, they who are the soul of Laos. She and her tribe are the heart of this land. Seeing us, she ignores us insignificant. She has known tribes of children. We stop in front of that mighty lady, with respect we wish her well. She allows us to stroke her trunk. She speaks to us in the way of her kind, with a gentle rumble, a language older than time. We lose our sense of place in her presence, feeling her peace and acceptance of all. D+D