Christopher Saucedo

Inventions - Poem by Christopher Saucedo

Johann Sebastian Bach

The notes trip upon each other
Cascading into perfect melodies
Divine harmony, like ripples
Fanning out across a still lake
The source invisible, a mystery
Hidden under deep water.

How is this?

If ever I believed, then
This would be then.

Even with the notes, there,
Right in front of me
Black and white blueprints
Guiding me (from the past?)
I still am left empty handed
With only a lingering effervescence,
Ethereal sunlight.

If ever I believed, then
This would be then.

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Comments about Inventions by Christopher Saucedo

  • Rookie Khandan Qaradaghi (1/13/2009 12:39:00 AM)

    Its beautiful!
    I came upon a friend
    He lit me up inside
    But it was only
    me (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 13, 2005

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