Nine piano ideas: a beautiful and peaceful place with clear waters, an old sea legend, a longed-for travelling companion, an uncertain climate in a mountain retreat, a lazy Italian blues, an irrepressible flare, an old love of impossible oblivion, a pesky and gluttonous squirrel, a paradigm shift.
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|Emerald Lake, a sight to behold,|
A jewel in the mountains, a sight so bold.
A place of beauty, a place of peace,
Where nature’s wonders never cease.
|In the silence, I hear the lake’s soft sighs,|
As if it’s singing to the skies.
A moment frozen in time,
A memory that will forever shine.
|In a cavern deep and dark,|
Where the salty sea does hark,
Lives a maiden, part woman, part fish,
Whose voice can make the bravest man swish.
|Her hair is like seaweed green,|
Her eyes the bluest you’ve ever seen,
Her voice, a siren song so sweet,
That sailors fall right at her feet.
|This old suitcase, my trusty friend,|
Has traveled with me without end.
Through lands both near and far,
It’s always been my guiding star.
|It’s held my clothes, my books, my dreams,|
And all the things that in between.
It’s been a constant source of comfort,
My shelter from life’s raging storm.
|A morning of uncertain weather,|
The sky a mix of sun and cloud,
The winds of change blow altogether,
And make the elements quite loud.
|One moment bright and sunny skies,|
The next a downpour starts to fall,
A storm that quickly passes by,
And clears the way for sunbeams’ crawl.
|From Trastevere to the Spanish Steps|
The blues are in every corner kept
The city’s heartbeat, the pulse it’s kept
A rhythm that never has slept
|So I let the blues guide my way|
Through the streets of Rome each day
A song that will forever stay
In the heart of this ancient city’s sway
|A bright spark of light,|
A brief burst of flame,
A firework in flight,
A bengal’s claim to fame.
|In a minute of grandeur,|
She dazzles and shines,
With colors so pure,
Her brilliance entwines.
|A chance encounter on a rainy November day,|
Brings back memories of love that didn’t stay.
Her smile still warms my heart with its gentle glow,
As we talk about the past, letting our emotions flow.
|The rain keeps pouring down, but we don’t seem to mind,|
Lost in each other’s presence, leaving everything else behind.
The streets are empty, except for us two,
A moment frozen in time, so pure and true.
|Red squirrel, red squirrel|
On a cherry tree high,
Nibbling on hazelnuts
As the day passes by.
|Your bushy tail twitches|
With every nut you crack,
Your nimble paws working
To keep you on track.
|A crisis grips our western lands,|
A turmoil born of shifting sands,
As values fade and cultures clash,
We’re left adrift in a moral quash.
|The old ways seem to be undone,|
And fear grips everyone,
As we search for a guiding light,
To lead us through the endless night.