I Will Not Write Today

I will not write today,
I will not write this week, this month or at all,
I will not scribble or scrawl
my feelings are not new or original,
my thoughts and musings hackneyed,
my hurt is felt by all,
one time or another,
my brother,
my sister,
why not just this time
let it go?,
let the feeling fade with my thoughts?
not immortalize it,
in failing words and inadequate verse.

The Life and Death of Music

Plug in,
boot up,
lie back,
listen.
the conductor’s tap cues you in,
tap,
 tap,
  tap,
the melody begins.
the first strains of music alude your ears,
until high above the cosmic chatter,
a simple strain of notes sound high above the ruckus,
the whole world listens to this fledgling note,
enraptured,
waiting in silence, breathing in, out, in, out-
thump, drum and stick join,
they beat out a rhythm as two lovers,
two made for each other finding unity,
connecting in wild ecstasy,
they lead the procession,
as many others entwine,
in a glorious cacophony of melding sounds,
that lead you beyond human boundaries ,
into the pulsing ebb and flow of bliss itself,
floating to the membrane thin edge between life and fantasy,
forever in limbo entranced by the cascading euphoria,
but slowly line,
by line,
note,
by note,
the intangible notes fade,
leaving a pale ghostly reflection,
that ebbs away with the applause,
blank you turn,
click,
lie back,
listen,
the conductor’s tap cues you in,
tap,
 tap ,
  tap,

I feel like we are just waiting for something to happen

an entwining glance

eyes bound by the possibilities

a smile breaks the surface

the white whale

dazzling across my vision

an omen

drawn in

we are cut-off

we are alone together.

alonetogetherdrawnindazzlingacrossmyvisionasmilebreaksthesurfaceanentwiningglance

an awkward glance

eyes locked in thought 

I see nothing

the void

perfect in its block white

an omen

pulled in

I am cut-off

I am alone.

alonepulledinperfectinitsblockwhiteIseenothinganawkwardglance

I glance

she wilts beneath my eyes

A grimace scars her face

A black cat

smirking at my hope

an omen

forced in

cut-off

I am nothing.