There was a 'like' or two, passing by
over a ****, a whisper, having a shy
at them, retreated with haste, why?
At first,

There were some words which, as a subtle ardor
set free from their harness, seemed eerie, flew
As it comes here, without a scant of a tremor,
all jotted down, no longer bound by a curfew.
Before,

And then?

A Cello
C sharp
minor
calando

Rewind

Manu Chao
Scarp
color
giusto

…. is what I saw  in this pixelled-you.

(and so?)