Silences mean so much
Soft words spoken in sotto voce
glances exchanged, eyes besotted,
thoughts transferred and transmuted  
Who would have thought
The Healer and the Artiste      
The player and the instrument
what choices leave their mark      
and what welcome the stirrings

dank and grimy
sold twice
and then
a third time      
who bought what?  

The soul can never be changed,  bartered
Only that primal force can touch the core  
Play those notes again, dear song      
and take Us higher than ever before
Looking at the bright hues burning away      
what was that which came alive      
snifted and shifted and morphed
Towers and rages      
Feral in its desire
to encompass  
      who will devour.          

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