He pauses between keys… his fingers tender o’er the notes that write my life….they rest/ arrest me;
***
my black-white days, the touch that sustains…. I’m listening and every breath mine, every sigh is the song he sings as if he is the rhythm/ the beat of my rhyme
no he refrains from letting me go/ go to my own translations of words/ of lyrics and life
his chord unbreaks wakes pursues like a Linger, it repeats/repeats his lines…
He pauses between keys… his fingers tender o’er the notes that write my life….they rest/ arrest me, just in time.
P.S If you’re seeing Ads in this space, my apologies. I thank WordPress for the Joy of Blogging no matter the hazards of not opting for Premium Sites that eliminate Ads. Stay blest. Stay precious.
Innerdialects 
This is lovely. One can almost see you listening moving your head slightly to each key stroke. The in between the touching softly of the keys. Really beautiful. Hope you have a blessed day. Love Joni 🌸🌺🙏😘
LikeLiked by 1 person
Blessed day to you too Joni. Yes God has His ways of reaching the keys of our lives. So glad for that.😇
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes indeed he does. Have a blessed week my sweet friend. Blessings to you and your kind family. Love 💕 Joni
LikeLiked by 1 person
The B/W picture is very pixellated – deliberate?
LikeLike
Yes
LikeLiked by 1 person
Is an ‘Unsplash site ‘
LikeLiked by 1 person
That is so beautiful. It reminded me a little of Gerard Manley Hopkins’s poetry style.
Your FMF neighbour #29
LikeLiked by 1 person
I hadnt known of Gerard MH, or this form of writing. Did the repeats, because that’s what a refrain is? 😃 thankyou so much for showing me something here. Always a joy to know more about writing forms. And oh I so love your title!💜thankyou for being here.
LikeLike
Will look at 29🌻
LikeLike
Love the poem, you always pick perfect graphics too
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thankyou so much🌷.Always a joy to hear it resonates. Ah yes, grateful for graphic provision. 🙂
LikeLike
It is in the pauses between
that we can hear
the angels sing…
LikeLiked by 1 person
“In the pauses we hear angels sing…” these lines inspire another post! How beautiful.
LikeLike
There’s a soundtrack to my days
that keeps me in fine fettle;
the gramophone inside me plays
lots of heavy metal.
The chimes toll, I know it well,
they make my heart run free,
these opening notes of Hell’s Bells,
the best from AC/DC.
And here’s another, very apt,
for life’s gone to the limit;
it’s a fighting song by Trapt,
and the refrain is “Bring it!”
Rounding out this glorious score
is what Grafiti Ghosts live for.
And, if I may, here’s the Youtube link to Graffiti Ghots, “This Is What I Live For”.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is creative and beautiful. I momentary respite from the noise of the day. Thank you for this lovely thing.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very in touch!💕☕️☕️
LikeLiked by 1 person
America on Coffee, thankyou so much!
LikeLiked by 1 person
💕☕️☕️💕
LikeLiked by 1 person