January 17, 2014 (I was 69)
There is a melody in the background
a melody you may not hear
but the xylophone notes
that float
in thought sound clear
There is a tune I hang the
word upon
and the word is carried
along a drift
from the tones of the
vibraphone
serenading the cerebellum
It hums a song of balance
and dance
It is a presence a pose and
a posture
The inspired movements of
romance
an equilibrium in which
you’re lost
There is a consonance of
concordant harmony
the incidental music of the
mind
we find synchronized and
euphonious
waiting for your expression
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