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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