She made me feel the same way music makes me feel.

A poem for Duff’s writing challenge #35.

A night out at the local pub.

So long my 2010 and hail 2011. The way we were is still the memorable love.

Bellfina, who was a haughty princess, now sits in the market selling her wares. One day as she is selling the pots and pans, there is chaos and commotion in the market place.

Poem.

The story of street musician who realizes how empty his life is.

My father died after ten years of Alzheimers. In the end he did not know me or my mother. But as an organist and accomplished musician, he could and did play the piano right up until the week before his death. He always played the Carillon bells every Christmas and New Years Eve for many years, hence the last lines of this poem, which I wrote shortly before his death.

A tribute to Peter Steele.

The owner finds their wooden harpsichord broken by the musician who is trying to get away evading the point of argument. If only the owner had their harpsichord made from bronze.