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Click hereI do not listen to music;
The frenzied vibrations mingle too much
With the dulcet tones in your chords.
I do not look at art;
The vibrant lines and colour
Fade against the luminosity in your eyes.
I do not make art,
I may try and strive,
But I already know the living in front of me
Stands as the ideal I cannot touch.
I may have tried to carve out a form in stone,
And the curves were fitting and flowing,
But there was none of that yielding,
None of the softness or the warmth.
Beyond that I do not try to write
The violence that your emotions inflict on me,
Because the flat words are nothing like
The rhythms with which you make the air sing.
I keep these things separate in your company,
Their experiences in a space apart;
For the space I am in is filled with you.
I really enjoyed that poem CC. Very beautiful imagery. Remind me to ask who its about later.
start watching the vibes of the chords of universe untold. TK U MLJ LV NV
Great first and second stanza, beautiful imagary. I began wondering, as I neared the bottom, if this was a dual love hate thing. jmo harry