MIRIAM ROSE RE

BLUES, THE SOUND OF LIFE
MIRIAM ROSE RE·THURSDAY, OCTOBER 22, 2015

BLUES AS THE SOUND OF LIFE

I heard the blues last night
And it was not the sound of a man singing
I heard a different kind of blues while standing in a light of a moon
... And the playground was full with memories but no living souls
I was the only child there
The footsteps gave the rhythm to the blues and I realized
It was the voice inside my heart
Singing, weeping, laughing, shouting
Caressing the darkness of the night
And I felt cold
Find a way home
With the silent smile
Of a falling leaf
On my face
The different kind of blues
Colored my dreams

Mirjana Rubčić Fabris; Zagreb,November, 2011.