Music played
Out loud
Fills the air around me.
I drop the headphones
Somewhere between 5th street
And an A minor chord
From the string base and
The violins.
Winter is coming.
The frost tipped grass-
Crystals in the sun,
Are fading by the light.
Winds blow the tune back to me.
Out my mouth pours a song.
It is a twinkling thing
An anthesis against the background
But the beat is the same-
In time with my steps.
Music played
In silence
Fills my soul within.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
Music played
Out loud
Fills the air around me.
I drop the headphones
Somewhere between 5th street
And an A minor chord
From the string base and
The violins.
Winter is coming.
The frost tipped grass-
Crystals in the sun,
Are fading by the light.
Winds blow the tune back to me.
Out my mouth pours a song.
It is a twinkling thing
An anthesis against the background
But the beat is the same-
In time with my steps.
Music played
In silence
Fills my soul within.