Embodiment – Writings of Niaz

Piano

The flow in my fingers moves with the wind
On my piano, they twist, twirl and they bend

You lead me into a new world, new sounds
I trip over

This great evil, where is it coming from?
What will it play if it wins, a flute or drum?

From what seed or root did it grow?
Who’s doing this?

I move my fingers and my puppets dance
I give them all a personality and a stance

They can fly in the motions of my control
I move them not

Zimmer rimmer and dimmer goes my song
Music starts to flow in the air all night long

Now waves of my expression from a violin, fly
Rain falls as Earth

I swing my brush across the skyline
Finding many jewels, in a coal mine

Paint starts to drip down on the ground
I can see how the earth is more … Read the rest