139. Music

A newer world was always there
from just beyond your vision,
that closing eyes, attending ears
can capture in precision —

A world of colors just as bright
as daylight break upon the window,
and somber as a rain-filled night,
or ecstatic in crescendos.

And fast it flows like passing years
between a first love’s memory,
or tempered and in grace precise
a playful wandering-mind melody.

This newer world was always there
in nature, or in us, to hear.

Notes:
The best part about being home is friends and family. The worst is having so little productive work done…

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