Music

The rhythm of life
Breathing;
A thought exhaling,

Singing melodies
On my
Mind,
Of my soul.

Rivers dancing through the skies,
Oceans shining on the clouds,
Sparkling lights reflecting
An eternity of grace
In hopes of rain.

A lullaby of
Sunlight
Touching
The ground

With love’s compassion,
In tears of salvation,
In tears of hope,
Unending;
Saving souls from despair.

The freedom of a
Bird landing,
Touching;

A flower growing, opening
With life; bliss and memories,
Music is poetry without words

And brings me to tears,
In mercy with silence
That cannot be
Contained.

A moment,
Music contains life
Speaking through the heart
In a rush of desire.

A universe of ecstasy
In a single note,
Shimmering through
An exploration of senses.
Music is love fulfilling

Itself in passions
Tasted alive;
Vitality in abstract
Awareness,
Music is a measureless
Dream.
 
 
–  Via Estela

I listened

I heard something
but there was
nothing there—
noises in the distance.
I heard something
in the darkness,
then I was awoken
from a daydream
in a shattered haze
to hear her calling,
“I am me.”

I wanted to turn away,
but I was nearly there
out of the background
and into the day,
I had to reach that
farthest star, I fell.
I could hear her calling,
“Every lifetime I have is now.”

I wanted to turn away,
but I was living
beyond reason, beyond hope.
I listened to the passions
of the dragonfly,
to the sound of
my own thoughts.
I listened to an unknown
language
and I realized:
I could understand.

I wanted to turn away,
(but) I wanted to cry
I had salvation
and before I knew,
I could fly.
 
 
–  Via Estela

Sa Carabassa

I only had dreams before
Now I listen and
I am the dream
I am not aware, I am lucid
in all that I feel

The waves of the sea
sing to me
as the blue fades into the night
the sea and the sky converge
until the stars fill my eyes
with endless wonder

I can feel a far-away land,
unknown,
I wish to return to;
the wind calls me
to adventure
teasing me to follow it away
 
 
–  Via Estela

 

 

 

Barri Gòtic

The sky falls into the city
creating a dance floor
breathing onto textures and waves.
I follow its lead,
caressing the evening night
through alleyways and pathways
into corners and strange places
charged with mystery
and ecstasy,
sadness and celebration

lights encounter the darkness
as enchantment casts
its pleasures in a
spell of synergy;
the sound of water touching the stones
creates a rhythm with footsteps,
accompanying the melody
of laughter and lovers.

color reflects the dreams of artists
and dancers as they paint
steps with their feet,
sculpting the air with each other,
bodies navigating
passages of rhythm.
conversations pass, reveling
into unknown places and escapades.

men are singing melodies
of fantasies and memories,
longing and regrets.

I move through the labyrinth
reaching into the sky
as it lifts me
above the canvas
of stones and footsteps,
riding the notes
as they float away,
dancing on passions and dreams.
the music paints the sky
as guitar strings
and sweet serenades
fade away into the stars
 
 
–  Via Estela