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I PURGE MY SOUL Purging My Soul l shut the door She just do not understand me l have to give my life unto my music l have to bring something back from what l have seen For to wake in the night covered in sweat My mind in turmoil from my worst nightmare dream Is this to be my life forever? She does not understand my need for solitude l am not here in the house, what more dose she want. l need to give my time to my music to heal the vacuum the hole of affliction l bare l must put it into music. There is not other way to purge my soul raiment that l ware. of the horror of war l need to be alone to give music my all For here at the piano there is peace from my tormented soul Here in this darkness l play by candlelight Here where the velvet curtains speak not of day or night. Here at the piano l weep copiously as the memories of the past that come to life as I play Turning to my left l see them marching, marching into the wall in the brightness of their day, hundred after hundred, marching into the wall as l play whilst tears stream down my face cascading like the dragons of a water fall. And then they are no more And my head falls unto my arms to rest on my beloved piano no less There then l weep like a child. l am a carrier of the scares of war. And here in this room, here then l can purge my soul In my music l can purge my soul, my soul For l have witness it all the horrors of war l close the lid of the piano and sleep where l am |
Additional Notes:
Each sunday afternoon l compose intuitive music on a freinds piano
There throughthe power of my souls music l travel in to the distant past and images
come to dance upon my mind as l play images so real l could reach out and relive them l say
more they speak of another time a time of war and thus l play and cry with the sword of passion
and sadness at my side and there on the piano keys l with my music ride.
l enter another state of reality and for anhour l play when l finshed exhusted.
l ride on my bike back home and then put the visual images that l remember into poetic form
so to give an honouring of the experince the music the visions in words
The Poem l Purge my soul
Is about a man who was a caverly officer in the war beween Nepoilian and the people of Russa
the war mememoris effect him so and he way of healing himself is through the piano
who was this man ? perhaps it was me in another life?
John star.
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