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Piano Man II by Justin Bu
focused on the hourglass
we lose sight of the sand
distorted views have come to pass
as fingers stroke the hand
of time, kept in a bottle
sealed, to foster our delusions
reality, so well concealed
competes with grand illusions.
Note: This was first posted in 2007. For whatever reason it has become the most read post on my blog. For that reason I decided to repost it.
Whispers In The Wind 
Well, it is nicely paced and very pleasant on the mind. I can see why it might become popular. Congrats on that – and thanks for sharing it.
Love the picture, too.
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Thank you Mr. Furness. 🙂 Nice to have you back! 🙂
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And I still like it. Nice capture of two images playing on one another.
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I love the juxtaposition of the picture with the poem. The poem stands alone, quite beautifully, and contains simple but enormous truth. Thanks.
Thank you! I enjoyed your work as well. ~Shirley
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Thanks Jo…maybe you did! I probably read it on your blog!
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Like Jodi, I wish I’d written this, too!
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Thanks Guys. Glad you enjoyed my joyful noise! 🙂
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this is so beautiful… i wish i had written it myself… i love it!!!!
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From first line to last, you keep revealing truths that can get lost in the song. Isn’t that the purpose of most music, ‘to foster our delusions’? This piece made me immediately think of Ray Charles. Whose music better than his to compete with our grand illusions? This is wonderful, Shirley, capable of invoking comment and conversation on several different planes… just like the music itself.
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