Martin Brits

Holy this blessed birth on mother earth

our concert pianist - composer supreme

in this sound on the vast ocean’s of life,

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Midnight dreams,

while the land drowses

through the spacious time;

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Sunday morning rising new

Two by two in rows to queue

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Significance the music in my mind

subtleties of harmony and rhythm

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The wedding pictures adorn the room

of John and me, who were married in June

to the tune-“Here comes the bride”

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In a city dark and angry;

I saw a man searching

for his briefcase

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With feelings of love to care

tonight I write the sad lines

seeing my dreams surreal,

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Distant bounds on earth a thunder cloud

lights the sky a mournful cry, hail with wind

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Struggling against the mundane and masks we wear,

the pure and eloquent alike fail the art of forgetting,

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"As I sit, staring at nobody there who cares"

I dream of when I was a child of five

So happy and free sitting on my daddy’s knee

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