In leather notebook I write,
scribing music from head.
Words spiral onto page
Moments dissipate.
Will the music echo from other voices?
Or will phases collect cobwebs
inside page?
Will inked words bleed merging in heart
grand?
Or shall they resinate with instruments
not of my human form?
Time will tell,
as I turn another page
and write to the beat of my heart.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
In leather notebook I write,
scribing music from head.
Words spiral onto page
Moments dissipate.
Will the music echo from other voices?
Or will phases collect cobwebs
inside page?
Will inked words bleed merging in heart
grand?
Or shall they resinate with instruments
not of my human form?
Time will tell,
as I turn another page
and write to the beat of my heart.
Inspired by Lyda M Sourne Thanks
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