Weaving the flower’s yarn
Following the windings of the ancient tales,
she weaves and twists a stunning bale.
The flower from which the petals drop,
Makes a delightful back prop.
Woven and caught in the blurry eyes
Lost and overwhelmed in sights
The piano keys are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in her mind….
Writing the history of the future is harder than writing the history of the past, yet a firm strong hold on the quill she has, to dictate a vision of hope and destiny.
i especially like the last couplet. synesthesia is rich.
Hello:) thanks for the comment. the last two lines are actually taken off Katie Melua’s song “Spider’s web”. you should go check out the lyrics of the song. its awesome.
A happy new year to u !
Yes, indeed, it’s from the song. I was lucky enough to see Katie perform live in Germany and have been a big fan ever since.
aw, that must have been an awesome experience. She’s a terrific singer and I love most of her songs!