Telepathic Music

Telepathic Music Drip-drop, drip-drop On the the tin roof Above our rustic garages We sat on our couches Silently gazing at the sloping lawns Overlooking the rivulet Warming our hands On our mugs of Aromatic costa rican coffee My teenaged cherub Sprang up at the sound of Tin-tin, tinkle-tinkle Jingling of our wind-chimes Our aural garden ornament She winked and dashed out Into the lawns stretching her hands As if to catch the wind Kicked off her shoes Unpinned her long wavy copper tresses Tapping hip-hopping in the slushy grass Joy vibrating in every gyration Breaking down all norms of restrictions A freedom of the heart A fluidity in the music of the soul and heart Heard by her lissome body Freely expressed by the gravity of her body My joy knew no bounds At the telepathic music Heard by her and transmitted to me As the rain gods continued with Their harmonica for their audience October 4, 2015 contest: So I Thought Of This Line Sponsor: Francine Roberts