(1) Before The Music Ends Comments

Wow such an amazing write up... where are you from

Awesome poem: Our time has been short listed by sunset, No matter that the weather has its way, The stresses live within their measurement, And distance is a gift we give ourselves.

I can comprehend the depth of this poem from its last line. A brilliant poem Sandra. Top score and to my favourite! !

6This moment is designed to be as spare And elegant as winter's old, gnarled trees. I trust you to translate my whispers, Friend And send them back before the music ends.-----So deep and so beautiful poem --a sure 5 star poem.

Love this, it is beautifully written and conjures up many beautiful images Laurie Hill

A delicious write, that leaves my pallet with a most pleasant aftertaste. Bravo. Brilliant. PEACE

trust you to translate my whispers, Friend And send them back before the music ends. Never let the music of this poem end a sit whispers thru the trees...a poem of thought thru this great mind words from Sandra...regards

I have read this several times now, and each time find within something touching thank you michael

there is too much that to a poet is far away and at the same time terribly close. thanks! john

Tears fall like blue rains in the mind... I have heard such beautiful lines rarely in any modern poet.. Soft and tender emotions expressed in the poem ever romantic

Beautiful Sandra, beautiful words! I'm in awe!

Elegant metaphors, a cascade like flow and the authenticity of emotions make this poem a delight to read.

I love gnarled trees. I love your poem.

I love the rhythmic flow, the half rhymes that make this poem echo in my heart. Beautiful. thank you, Sandra, for sharing it with us, another in my favorites

You have such a rare gift and that is your ability to share such a rare gift. As always Paddy

your impossibly fluid sandra...always taking care enough that your poem has enough air within it as so the words breath easily..there is always this unforced naturalness..a ease..a casualness about them..reaching into speech that does not require translation....in warmest regards in continuous admiration :) tom

through the windopane in the fading distance I hear an echo and see my words dance they are the whispers, that I sent you way that day..... you morphed them, in the end before the end...you are truly a friend........ Nice poem sandra

Dearest Sandra, You inspire me to be a better poet because within reading you I have learned so much about the craft of writing.

Dear Sandra, In the background of this sad sweet song Going deep down the marrow I can hear Wisperings of the soul's joy of immortality To be bondage free to dance with eternity. CP

And when the music ends...your words will sing to all forever more. They shall bring love, joy and peace to all who read them. You are so very talented and your words so thought provaking and touching. Somehow the goodness within you shines through your work. You are a quality human being and I so enjoy reading your work. It seems when I have spent some time with you, I always leave with a peaceful and contented feeling. I do not write myself, however I spend a good deal of quality time searching for poets like yourself. Good health, God Bless.