Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Music That You Forget Is Playing

I want to be music that you forget is playing
It does not beg to be heard, but is
It is not labored over and exhausting
But constructed exactly and carefully
Beneath a quilt of external noise, I want to
Gently glide between internal thoughts, unknowingly
Yet purposely provide pulse and passively
Become a foundation for the outer moment
Not to distract, but to accompany
With rhythm, and color, and value

1 comment:

Kristin Michelle said...

i am liking your transition into poesy...

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