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Treble Clef
24 May 2010 12:45You are a treble clef, a bright scythe of high notes flashing down through my life at a time of harvest. A candelabra reminding me that as I grow, the world shrinks and that as we sow, so shall we reap the percussions. I like the cut of your gibberish.
If our sleeping clasped hands are a cage that captures the sunrise, then we’ll add it to the collection of good days in our hearts. We are, all of us, zoos for suns. Epic atomic hearts, more than we can count, trill brilliantly within us and it’s when we hear the music that we smile. You are a conductor with a twirling baton, bringing merry melodies and love notes.
An afterthought like an aftershock hits me in post-crescendo absence of you. Music without notes is just straight lines, and heartstrings are silent unless they’re played. Different layers of the universe grind together and hum but there are vast areas of quiet. A rest in the music of the spheres.
I was a monarch of the clouds, making each rain a reign. Now I am a repository trying hard to become a conduit. I want to be lighter, less heavy, and I want to enjoy the forward motion of life. I want to run to keep up and smile while I’m doing it. I know that it’s possible because I see you do it.
So, let me show you my bass clef and I’ll try to harmonize using the lower notes. I want to duet. Let’s make of this universe a song, play while we practice, and fill the silence with our suns.
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If our sleeping clasped hands are a cage that captures the sunrise, then we’ll add it to the collection of good days in our hearts. We are, all of us, zoos for suns. Epic atomic hearts, more than we can count, trill brilliantly within us and it’s when we hear the music that we smile. You are a conductor with a twirling baton, bringing merry melodies and love notes.
An afterthought like an aftershock hits me in post-crescendo absence of you. Music without notes is just straight lines, and heartstrings are silent unless they’re played. Different layers of the universe grind together and hum but there are vast areas of quiet. A rest in the music of the spheres.
I was a monarch of the clouds, making each rain a reign. Now I am a repository trying hard to become a conduit. I want to be lighter, less heavy, and I want to enjoy the forward motion of life. I want to run to keep up and smile while I’m doing it. I know that it’s possible because I see you do it.
So, let me show you my bass clef and I’ll try to harmonize using the lower notes. I want to duet. Let’s make of this universe a song, play while we practice, and fill the silence with our suns.
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