A Symphony of Dreams
There was a mess of sound tucked inside her pocket,
a potential tantrum that followed, tempting her stride
to evolve into a sultry strut, an angry jog.
Music stirred a monster within,
a sleeping giant willing to
bash the walls, climb the sky
and rip down the inspiration
that was needed to keep from
losing grip on the hilt of life.
There's a tone for every energy,
a melody for any struggle,
a harmony for new romance.
...And she would sing
Letting her tongue dance along
with her hips; Giving in to the sound
and watching the sky melt away and
reveal a novel reality.
...Even if it was only a dream.
At least the intonations felt good on her skin,
and eased the ache that burned within.
At least the bass kept her body in sync,
giving day the rhythm needed to
reach the next night,
where slumber would be met by
a smooth piano's whisper.
Where she would dream of
dancing in a breeze colored
with new notes,
a scattered song of fancy
abiding in the thought of
making life sound a little more
like the songs you used to play.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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