Rushing waters,
bleeding hearts

Autumn winds,
the past departs

Voices silenced,
the coming rain

Ice forming
—to freeze the pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

A pat on the back,
smoke up the rear

Shake with both hands
—perdition is near

(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)

If words were notes upon a score,
would the melody play beyond…

Each phrase a chord, each line a hymn,
each paragraph a song

If words could sing harmonic,
  as their letters drift away

Would music take you past that place
—verse forces you to stay

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)