byNigel Debonnaire©

Words sleet against my ears,
tinkling their gentle, deadly tune,
making my thoughts spin out
as they cross the slickened ways.
Words sleet from my mouth,
tinkling songlessly into oblivion,
melting in indifference.
I long to hear music when
I open my mouth,
for deep, nerve tingling
sonorities, insistent
rhythms pressing onward,
gathering ideas into
processions of beauty
that spread light and life,
looping and swooping
and soaring beyond
Warm strings, prickly winds,
persistent brass sheening,
heart beat drums
punctuating and projecting
dreams into reality.
I long for nothing but music,
gathering dissonance and holding
competing melodies until
they resolve into ultimate

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