[Poetry] For Writers & Readers - While visiting France

Just doing an experiment to see if you guys like any poetry or any of mine. I was in France when I wrote the next few I'll be posting.

Hidden in the whispers and

fallen leaves of turned pages.

Piano sighs floating from room to room,

folding notes into ears of readers

listening to their favorite author.

I turn to love letters and odes,

to literature, to the mere act

of ink on page, on stories whispered in minds 

on epic adventures only  imagined.

A place to clean the gears, sharpen

the writer's whetstone.

A place to call our own, un societe des ecrivents.

Find your stillness.

Strive within. Reach

the farther side of subconscious,

the undercurrent of society.

We feed on the dreams, on your

life stories. On pillows of fate,

we slumber the day away.

Come breathe the life of book glue

and painted ink, of 

black and white made opaque.