Thursday, 21 June 2012

Rose Sleeves

Rose Sleeves playing bright melody,
Creating a garden with passionate rhythmn.
Chord after chord,
The nature begins to climb,
To intimidate a coming day so sweet,
a hope so strong,
With dancing hands, dancing feet.

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Saturday, 16 June 2012

My four year old MK-928.

There is something quite majestic about an old electronic keyboard.
A small thin layer of dust sits between the keys and the speakers,
The squeaky vibrations of each note sing to such a degree of "almost perfection"
that it may as well be perfect.
The buzz of a midi instrument that in it's time was quite modern,
But now has a delightful crisp edge,
of an old time classic.
Such is the aging process of sound,
Like a wine it only makes for sweet nostalgia,
For the ears of it's owner.