a day in the life of piano monkey

Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Soul and body have no bounds: To lovers as they lie upon Her tolerant enchanted slope In their ordinary swoon, Grave the vision Venus sends Of supernatural sympathy, Universal love and hope; While an abstract insight wakes Among the glaciers and the rocks The hermit's sensual ecstasy. Certainty, fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass Like vibrations of a bell, And fashionable madmen raise Their pedantic boring cry: Every farthing of the cost, All the dreadful cards foretell, Shall be paid, but not from this night Not a whisper, not a thought, Not a kiss nor look be lost. Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of sweetness show Eye and k...

this very evening, monkey sent a big chunk of her life off in a silver metal bullet across the puddle . now in this quiet space, the summer basket have magically hit the pumpkin moment and turned into an ordinary sublet, however nice. the end of the summer breeze, welcoming just couple days ago, now feels chilly. the end of summer came a week ago, with that massive tornado/storm that hit southern ontario. monkey, mr. salamander and monkey's nutter brother were at canada's wonderland and unfortunately we were soaked, trying to get to the darn car in the parking lot. ever since that raging rain, the city has been dropping its sunglasses in favour for a long sleeved shirts and scarves. sneaky end of the summer. it was also there at the CNE on monday. the evening air cool and crisp, the summer laughter and excitement being replaced by sobering evening wind and early setting sun. unlike the peak of the summer where sun is still felt from the hot asphalt ten pm in the evening, the r...