Musical notes appearing on telephone wires,
stretched along the highway.
Humming with anticipation of a new composition
set vividly in imagination as it's played on
ivories set always in my mind.
Waiting for rhythm to find it's way from
musical scores to inner beats of a delicate
poem.
(9/5/11)
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