free mix

as a simple description ends

the scene on the page

blends with the soft notes

that seep in and each measure

stimulates the air; flickering in and

out of the drifting imagination as

curls of signifying music butterfly

about, the paths rendered

the exact color of the sound

and tickles of conversation are a

part of the stage as well as

lyrics that drift on this

wing-brushed air of supple atmosphere

between the characters

is hidden your ear

an invisible shadow

of mind which can

touch, smell, see, and taste

and also hear

how it all wraps together

the supple dream

and its deeper meaning,

its flutter by ghosts

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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