The music melodically displays octaves
Halfs and fulls
Turns and pulls

The music strikes as lighted candle melts
Pass and trance
Rights and ache

The music reflects the glow of the angels
Doubts and dives
Trenches and abodes

The music is the transparent glass that echoes
Pins and needles
Hints and middles

Music our life
adjoining our ribs in the gardens of abundance

Music our soul
expressive songbirds of yesterdays and todays

Music is our love
a yoke that we take to the peaks of mountains tops

Music is our gun
an aftermath that seduces our sutured love pots

Music our gum
Bonding us together in dismay and distance separating us

Music is our story
Narrating our mediocre existence and complications

Music is our chorus
A harmonic hymn that unfolds as we realise the air within

Our music is these words
*of photographic memories and happenings of now and morrows

Just the other day I remembered
when we headed to Hastings on a road tour
I jumped the fence like a tomboy
An older lady wasn't very impressed
Her exclamations spelt "Not a lady enough!"

On thorny paths we looked for love
The moments when my heart raced like a truck
Slowly but surely, plainly but with a drop of passion
Like a saint I was naive and unsaved
In mortality we promised a life of love and death

A suave, you said it felt so right, I in heaven
Bonded in ways above ****** forms, we entwined
In divine spirit and soul, sunk in expressive concoctions
I bought you flowers as a dork, as my masculinity faded
A disbelief that any man will burn my slow coal

Never shall we fit the normality of socialisation
Our way is our wave and precious than gold or silver
The black sheep of the institutional functionalism
Let's leave the dotted circles and wander alone
Deep in the aisles of the forests and jungles we came from

Blue was the deepest see
Blue as the sky above
Sending waves form a far
Crashing her eroded heart

Loud was the sound they made
Loud as a lion roar
Broke her dream into two
As they sneaked in through the door

Purple was the scarf she wore
Purple as a summer night
Made her shine bright as star
Shadowing the moonlight

Cloaked in dark
They climbed the bed
Creeping slowly
In her head

Erased her pain
As she slept
Burned her thoughts
Made them melt

The next day
When morning broke
She was free
As she woke

She found her peace at last
With the spirits of the past

Awakened and upsized
Macaques enclosed in plastics
Blown like a fainted paper

A ladder presents in heights
As the stamina builds to rise
The climb to the sky scrapper

Should we run to the utmost
Drag each other to ascendance
Hunt our vulnerabilities and nurse them

My love carry our load to paradise
These road of ours to hold and touch
Heighten us so we light the city streets

Feel my pulse throbbing for you
As the sun scorch and the wind blows
Darling, I will wait for you day after day

I know a cursed tall wooden tree,
A tree only i deserve
I know someone who took my place,
upon that wretched dreary tree.

I know a man driven to despair,
A man frightened and abused.
I also know a man bold and in peace,
A man who all my sorrows bear.

I know a man arrogant and brute,
A man guilty of many crimes.
I know a man loving and nice,
Who adopted my sentence though acute

I know a man cleansed and pure,
A man whose many sins are forgiven.
I know a man very gentle and kind,
A man whose forgiveness is sure.

Never quite felt like this before
This new feeling can't be described
It causes a smile to grace a face that wore a frown
It causes a sparkle in the eyes that shed tears
Laughter spills from a mouth that never uttered a word
Feeling light on feet while dancing
This new feeling I can't quite put my finger on
But I like it
Maybe, I'm finally happy
And just enjoying living in the moment