So Still
So peaceful
Like water traveling down a free-flowing stream.
You can hear everything
Crickets
Concerto’s
Rhythm & Blues
Anything you choose,
But most of all
You can hear your own heart
And the beautiful memories it brings
With every single beat.
No need for words
No need for sound
Listen to the silence
It’s such a beautiful sound.
The night isn’t silent
there are screeches all around.
Bugs are zapping,
wings are flapping
something is crawling
on the ground.
I hear the barking of a hound.
Enough of this hodgepodge.
I am getting the heck out of Dodge.
Mid-night drummer
A nervous laugh
Soprano in plush voice
Robust baritone
Burst of cluster chords
Sputtered quavers
Percussive sound
Cluster chords
River flowing
Musical odessey
Repeated notes
A gossamer touch
Rhythm of love
Resonate endlessly.
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Whistle creeps on quiet winds. drops pitter patter spills on pummeled, beaten, skin. rooftops clang like aluminum trays, rat-a-tat pots and pans tap. witch nails
scratch on shutter washboard. black eyed dogs howl at sooty moon, scat cat purrs to purple crack. creaky arms, sway, a carpet of twigs and needles, washed out. bumper cars crash and collide on slip ‘n slide roads. people roundup food and shovels in a madman dash. plows lay down salt, before the flakes fall.