The Hummingbird Preludes

Hummingbird’s playing in the background, The Page plays the blues, interludes, fingers touching the sensual key notes scent openings in the mind reeling in the horizontal lines along morning bodies now glistening, the dark nights aligned, The Page plays the blues, Hummingbird’s playing in the background those heavy Prison Blues absent black holes now universes away, A Page of falling angels' feathers, plucking the strings pressing points slowly in from the cold warm air tracing curves in the winding road whispered along smooth racing executions erogenous pleasures shifting gears upwards No 4 Preludes undressing Chopin in another way, Hummingbird’s playing in the background slow dancing french kissing seducing interludes A Page of falling angels' feathers strings softly plucked come undone Emerald Eyes measuring the blues No 4 Preludes undressing Chopin in another way The Preludes Candide Diderot. ‘24 Chopin No 4 Preludes (Chopin), Jimmy Page Hummingbird, Jimmy Page Emerald Eyes, Jimmy Page Prison Blues, Jimmy Page