New Project Mark 2: MusicPoem

Here’s another snippet I have found from past scribblings during a Sunday afternoon’s ‘long dark teatime of the soul’ (after Douglas Adams).

I might sit on it a bit and then re-work it.

 

music

holds safe keys of

sound secrets hollow

resonance into intervals

that shape the

distance of moments feeling

we each drop into 

its river at the unsame

place again the depths

surround and the bubblenotes

drift up as we breathe.

allow our pain to be beauty and our every moment

frustrated thoughts walled to disintegrate

into an escalated run of

fingerfrets, bassic dropped instinct

found

free.

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *