The hidden pianos behind framed doors
floors, walls,
full of secrets and stories
the smiles, laughters, and tears
Here I learned to Feel, to Live, to Dream
To Laugh like a child, with a child
To see the most beautiful women dance, sing,
and live their lives to the fullest
A community
full of resilience
A place that embraces dreams
that streams hope
When can I join the spaceship battle floor
and find the monster that hides behind the doors
The notes start to make sense
The chambre echoes with essence
as Paul says, the motion is what makes it
The gestures of picking water chestnuts fill my dreams
hands dancing in ponds
flowing with the delightful sounds
of the heavenly singing of happiness
what is happiness
anyone and anything
and the Night of Sevens celebrates love
what is love
seven is the number of love
to live to love to laugh
Breathe,
fill the lungs
to live to seek our truths
it's a whole body of work
Those lanterns that go up
light the warm, magical energy of this space
Clarion is the Steinway in disguise,
waiting for those
with curious ears,
eyes,
and heart
to love and appreciate
its splendid beauty
My summer at Clarion has been a magical time, and this place forever will stay so close to my heart. I am forever grateful that I have met Clara and other wonderful human beings in the community: Cynthia Yee, Colleen, Dennis, Avis, Claudio, Mercer, Dorothy, Le, Xavier, Jonathan, all the kids... the list goes on.... I wrote this poem as I was reflecting on the past two months at Clarion, and savoring on the memories with all people and the space that holds the magical Yamaha piano with Steinway parts inside.
