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