No. It’s a new one.
Lower and sweeter. All mine.
It involves some strings.
Tag Archives: Music
Music Past Midnight
It’s hard to wait for
Wanting that drumbeat
That backbeat
That heartbeat
It feels like highschool
Like oldschool
Like being schooled
In the reminder
The remainder
The refrain dear
It’s all we wait for
A Haiku: Dreamish
Notice the music
Close your eyes remembering
Be kissed back to sleep
The Search For Strings
Some other song
Still the cello’s rolling drawl
Still the violin fiddling with convention
Still the red and grey and wooded
And white
Still the notes hanging, then slow-motion wafting
On high
Still the Beautiful
Marionette
Be my DJ baby
Spin what you know slays me
Play no well-worn grooves
Compel all my moves
Latin if you please
Rock my world with ease
Soul will find its way
New Age and I may
Now -I don’t mean maybe
Be my DJ baby
Chord
This will be a song
Written slowly with red
On parchment scroll
In an ancient language
For a foreign instrument
By the blind forced to see
In the dark
This will resonate
From the hammer, anvil and stirrup
To the prefrontal cortex
Ending with the heart
For some
And for others
Those fleeted fifty-two bones
Red Leather: A Haiku
Today’s driver’s seat
Who will you let take the wheel
What songs will you stream
White Everywhere: A Haiku
Feel the warm quiet
Think of a favorite song
Imagine bubbles
Glass Promise: A Haiku
All I can ask you
For God’s sake please do grow up
For your sake grow up
It won’t come to pass
Neither the song nor the dance
Played out in your head
Those weren’t your slippers
That was not your glass carriage
That was not your crown
You asked a promise
I’ll give you this: keep walking
The music will come
smiles beginning
Do you choose the music you wrap yourself in
Or does it choose you
How does it begin
I’d lay bets you reach out
With willowy fingers
And some silken spider’s web smiles
And ensnares you as you thoughtlessly smile back
Coaxing it close around you, knowing you’ve no need to grasp
And this music and this you and this ease
Finds us ensnared in the silk and the silly
Smiles beginning
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