Comments about Dominique Lorraine
With Stories To Tell
Heart beats and fingers press,
Music resounds- the keys I caress.
A burning sensation I do discover,
In my dark-pitted stomach- all is a blunder.
A shaky arm and even shakier brush,
A confident vision, but hands in a rush.
One fell swoop and colors swirled wrong,
White canvas returned- it was white all along!
Knees turned out, but not far enough,
One twirl- I’m down… the landing is rough.
For a night- beauty captured the stage,
All but the one, displaced at any wage.
Fumbling lines- the words all garbled,
I wanted the lights and the ...