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a doe wandered into the clear path of the starry forest. three shots had rung out.
a buck lay flat on the clovers and tall grass.
a fawn beside him pawing the ground.
three frogs hopping in the trees.
down down down.
the doe lay beside the fawn as it denied the inevitable, inescapable truth.
he was gone.
she was here.
and the frogs sang a sappy tune.
"ohhh cry out sweet sorrow, the dragonflies skitter away! the cats are out and the mice are at play. whistle sour melodies and harmonious truth, the deer have crossed over, behind stayed their youth."
the young doe shooed away the silly frogs before the hunters heard.
poor fawn.
no mama in sight.
three deer and three frogs. (this has a deeper meaning to be interpreted.)
In a world where silence sings its tune,
The rhythm of soundless music made me swoon.
Melody whispers without a single word,
A song without lyrics, yet deeply heard.

Notes dance in the air, delicate and free,
A sound of my soul, a silent decree.
No verses to guide, no lyrics to sing,
Yet, the heart understands, in quietening.

A sailing ship in a storm's embrace,
Navigating the storm to find its grace.
Each wave a note, every blow a chord,
In the music of silence, a journey explored.

The wind becomes a conductor unseen,
Directing the ship through waters serene.
No need for words in this melodic flight,
The soundless music carries through the night.

So let the ship sail in the storm's ballet,
A dance with silence, the night's display.
In the heart's quiet harbor, a melody supreme,
The rhythm of soundless music, beyond time.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Maryann I Mar 18
I’ll keep on telling you that I love you—
soft as dust on lace,
a whisper tucked in velvet drawers,
a melody wound into time
by trembling hands and silver keys.

Like the ballerina turning in her little glass world,
I’ll spin my love in slow circles,
over and over—
even when the tune grows thin,
even when the gears grow tired.

When the cogs in my mind lose their rhythm,
when the clockwork in my chest falters,
when my fingers no longer reach to hold you—
still, somewhere beneath the hush,
my heart will echo its worn refrain:
“I love you, I love you…”

Until the spindle stops,
until the lid closes gently,
and all that’s left
is the scent of old music,
the silence that remembers
the song we once knew.
Misguided steps, manipulated, broken,
Fragments of a life, tokens,
Memories, dark, awoken,
Provoking ramblings, choking,
Left for dead, moping,
Listless, out of time.
When a dark memory lingers
The deeper i get
The further i go
Depths unknown
Abyssal inspiration
Like melodies flow
—Timothy Charles Carter
Time doesn’t move slow
If you were a butterfly you’d know
Chase the glow
Inspiration
Gentle melody
Flow
Cognition
Ephemeral beauty
Know
Transient light
Moon lit night
Carry it home
Inside and outside of time
Catching leaves on the wind
As i go
Sacred moments
Hope ergo
The deeper i get
The further i go
Depths unknown
Abyssal inspiration
Like melodies flow
Our days here are limited
By how many we do not know
Unlimited inspiration flows
Depth of mind
Peace in spirit
Lovely soul
Time is an ocean that is free to move upon its own tide
The coming and the going always aligned
Truth without knowing
Reflecting endless skies
—Timothy Charles Carter
A jazz singer She sings
our blues away With her piano
melody like a Spring butterfly

Reynaldo Casison
Time doesn’t move slow
If you were a butterfly you’d know
Chase the glow
Inspiration
Gentle melody
Flow
Cognition
Ephemeral beauty
Know
Transient light
Moon lit night
Carry it home
—Timothy Charles Carter
Rizma Aulia Feb 13
Graceful, deft, the fingers dance,
upon damp earth, cracked yet vast.
Yet--will it bear fruit at last?

Boundless harmony entwines,
guiding softly through the night.
In dim-lit hush, you swore it right.

I shall tread though miles may call,
you shall reach with art so fine.
With the seed, I breathe anew,
with the melody, you enshrine.
Riri Jan 29
It's been a while.
The birds keep chirping in the distance,
their melody steady, familiar.
I glance to the side, observing it all.
Was it the atmosphere that had changed,
or was it my heart whispering a thought?

I look down,
lost in reflection,
turning it over and over in my mind.
Now it feels like a cycle—
too many thoughts,
too many wanderings,
looping endlessly.
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