It's The Wave Of Music That Won'T Clot And Die Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

It's the wave of music that won't clot and die
and I'm a surfer bringing in in accord
the sounds too silent for a ripple smile
that a siren heard and never forgot

it's a wave of music too loud for my ears
cannot even hear my most inborn thoughts
in the world of quotations fossil ground and arrows
aimed at new waves foam merge of the grounds
as new waves sing within the dying shores
of words marking no limits to their sounds

it's a wave of music a waterfall ruin
choking the thing that cannot be taught
hidden from your magnifying glasses
something that escaped from this bloodshot eye
shut up let it sing or leave it to die