Deafening silence holds the moment
as the absence of music rattles you.
Without warning, the music begins
as a jolt takes your senses away.
All around, you feel the vibrations
of melodious cascading sounds.
Silence & Sound
Tag: music
A Song
We speak in flowers
We gaze on life through art
We hear the rustle
of a song beginning to
play from a place we forgot
Metaphysical Thoughts
Do I belong here?
Tugging at the society I live in,
the construct I built for myself
What will I become?
A box of dust to be slowly
forgotten
as the world keeps turning
Why would I?
Day to day, we see it
all so clearly, yet
humans find a way
to hurt each other
Yes, there is light in the
dark places, yet the
darkness creeps closer
Why go on?
The sound of music tells
me to keep listening,
The desire to treat life
as a gift pushes me forward,
and your love for me
Your love is sunflowers
and
fresh Turkish Delight
So Modern
We were so modern
Lace gloves, balloon skirts, wild hair
Now, it’s Gold FM
Prompts
When all the prompts fail me,
when there is no inspiration,
I turn to you: music.
When I feel the words fading,
when the poetry sounds odd,
I turn to play a song.
When I turn, something comes.
A Song You Both Loved
The rain begins to fall. The cold wind moves through your hair as you watch the person you love descend into the soil.
The raindrops roll down your pale face as you hear a song you both loved.
No longer visible, the wind blows as the music comes to an end and you walk away.
Insect Music
Howling through the houses,
insect music plays us a song.
The windows rattle and shake,
fluff balls whoosh from hiding.
The clouds move undecidedly,
sun, grey, sun, grey, sun, grey.
We have a lazy mixed-up day,
undecided about what to do.
A Sea Composition
You cast a spell on the crowd
with the rhythm of your metre.
Your words danced around the hall,
whooshed into their ears like waves,
galloped along wildly in their minds.
You spoke the last few words,
no more than a sea whisper.
Haiku: Rain Music
Clouds of fresh grey days
A heated house feels too hot
Rain music playing
Discord & Sleep
Neverending days.
The workdays never stop, and
the news churns out the worst of us.
Sleep won’t come.
You listen to music in bed;
when the discord starts, sleep takes you.
You sink into chaos.
The madness of the music
accompanies your terrifying dreams.
C & K 