Gods, Glass, Music
I hear the church bells
from not too great a distance.
I sit in my apartment,
the window is closed.
Yet this music seeps from the other side
of this glass, as though we could see it.
There is emotion, but no belief in gods;
a love of spirits that are not there.
A taste on the tongue may be sharp
yet can be welcomed by the mouth.
A piece of music that rattles
can bring pleasure to the ears, the heart.
Belief in gods may make us grin,
yet is it not a smile,
a welcome expression we adopt
as we do when hearing a chime?
(27 Feb 2024)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2024
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