Words & Music

by Mike Power

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  • Music

    Every instrument is another language You use the same notes to say the same things but it Sounds different in every tongue Every key is another love You touch the same places to show the same feelings But each smile it inspires is unique Read more

  • Any story

    Give me all the love you feel comfortable giving A teardrop full is more than enough Tell me any story that crosses your mind And when I hear it, I’ll make it mine Read more

  • Story

    The name of this poem, written by Iku Takenaka (1904-1982), is Story: Quietly the cloud cast its shadow, Passing over avenues of trees, over ponds, over fields. Enduring both joy and sadness, the cloud silently drifted on… Then, above the sound of a single flute, the cloud stopped, Seeking the one who played: but there… Read more

  • Part of being a dreamer…

    Part of being a dreamer is understanding that not every dream comes true and I do especially when it comes to you Read more

  • They are eating the house across the street

    They are eating the house across the street Giant slabs of flesh have already been torn from its skeleton The destroyers are even now, in the rain and the snow, surveying their plunder The man with the big white dog died And the skinny young woman slipped away in the night The doors and windows… Read more

  • Season of Silence

    Now that this strange season of silence is here I don’t trust my memory of the sound of your voice or the small exclamations of joy or pain that I thought slipped your lips and hung in the air like frozen waves waiting to crash Just to hear the sound of your breathing would be… Read more