The Treble Key Poem by BIRON Marlene

The treble key
My expectations have crossed
The key to the ground
And my flute plays in slow motion
Like a crazy elevator

A parallel world
Separates us as a form of parody
In the space of light years
Shine and form their sparks

Luck is a reflection
Life is a bouquet
Who bypasses the unknown
A dead-end fabric

It's just poetry
Some verses of hope
Hanging on my memory
My flute is like this mirror

On this scope
I only see the ground
A cultured note
Like a compound past