Two Tales Theatre

[Jain Zar]

Suddenly, as if it had appeared out of nowhere, the tree was standing there next to the theatre's door in a container, in the mute air, the sky obscured by the silver-green shape. Under it, it was if many sounds muted, including the birds high up in its rough limbs, invisible due the dense foilage. There is a fragrance about it, a distinctive aroma of leaf and soil. Its bark was smooth and silvery, its trunk curling gently upwards.

On a low branch hung a small card... ...perhaps the first of many?

Here before you stands a tree,
and though I have lots of leafs,
I would love to feel pretty.

So go prepare that feather quill,
release your poetic thoughts,
and share them here at will.

Birds already found their place,
now add your creations,
and fill in the empty space.

Even if you have not a shred of inspiration,
be welcome to come sit under me,
and enjoy the words for an unlimited duration.

Learn to be free,
rich with compositions,
be a poem tree...

[Jain Zar]

Three cards are attached to the tree...

Late at night, when a fire in my belly awakens me,
I want to touch you, and hold you for all eternity.

When our skin glows like this, radiating a warm sizzle of longing,
I can feel my heart rate elevating, and every sinew in my body throbbing.

Then, there is that overseas erotic hum that renders me dizzy-drunk,
it has the power to convert me, even if I were a celibate monk.

That, is when I know my soul is calling out for you...

When we are this close, our bodies become whole,
and when we make love, we saturate each others soul.

I want to feel you, to touch you and make love face to face,
to move my body to your music, and send us to another place.

I want to whisper words of intense desire,
words that may turn our passion into fire.

I want our love to form a melody, let it ripen into a song,
a hymn whispered, prompted by our beings, and that… all night long.

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Love is like a music in my head,
it's like a sort of passion that never fades.

In a way it is relaxing,
and it makes me happy,
because due this music I feel free.

Sometimes it can make one wild, or even hurt.
It is probably just the melody that differs then.

There are so many kinds of this music,
and each kind is unique.

I did not want to overwhelm you with my music,
and I do hope the notes that were played did not sound inappropriate.
As I understand, with every note you play something happens,
be that either good, or bad.

With every right note something wonderful may happen,
yet it may require time, practice, experience to perform such.

Perhaps it... is only when you have played the entire symphony,
you may learn what love truly is... or what true love is.

I hope to listen to your music one day again.

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