(TREMBLE) A LEGEND OF LOVE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/0FN99qrqZGs
A man stood in awe for he had heard the voice of his companion.
She could never say the wrong thing to him.
He to her.
She knew his thoughts and he hers.
His heart, yes his heart had expanded it capacity.
She had penetrated the depths of his lonesomeness where there only he existed.
A stranger on a far stranger world.
His days now filled with wanting her so.
She was made for him before he had been made himself.
Before even his ancestors were made.
In his soul he knew these things...
They were written in the stone of his walls in hieroglyphics.
Great Zimbabwe's call and he in his yearning made her into words to be read by other people.
Words to be read in other times and eventualities.
She the most splendid piece of flesh ever carved by Allah's hands.
Molded by his mind and synchronized to his.
She the red blood flowing through his veins and feeding his pineals.
Her song sung in a red brick church in Georgia where his grandmother stroked the piano keys.
Another place, a whole other time as he the man reminiscent saw her image as it projected in his subconscious.
A dream, a vision.
He lost and found had felt his foundations trembled and he man stood shook.
He having heard her voice across the void vibrated.
His grey skies now shining sun bright.
She the layers of his atmospheres, stratospherically he soared.
A warrior born of wood, concrete and asphalt.
She singing the song of he...
He singing the song of her.
His heart yea his heart threatening to burst.
Her bass so strong.
Her alto's so nice.
Her harmonics so sweet.
Man standing in awe heard her voice.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
