Catch a Glimpse

the syllables hum through the drums

as the tapping becomes steady

pulsing through her flesh as her wrist

gyrates to the beat

eyelashes sweep her rosy cheeks

shoulders relax into her spine

and her neck begins to sway

back and forth

the intricate mask is cracking

away from the world

where no one can see the rawness

underneath

but me

the light goes out

leaving me alone in the room

with an occasional tap of her pen

to let me know

she’s okay

across the room the droplet

catches itself in the

poor lighting

glistening down her seemingly

perfect face

and then the syllables

waft in softly

and suddenly

neither of us is

alone

Play For You

colors swooped and swirled
behind his closed eyelids
surrounding him
as the music soared
enveloping him
as the notes vibrated
expressing him
as the music spoke
what words could not

it was the music
that made it worth it
that reached within
and showed the world
what was hiding:
the raw
the real

music is unique
meaning something different
to everyone
but to him it meant
life
connection
independence
happiness
and a partnership
that could never be broken

Quite Clear

your words might not
come out quite clear
but the meaning
is always there

with your heart
you learn to speak
through the arts
you can

the music
the notes
they blend together

reactions form
emotions create
feelings brought to others
without the use of words

and there is never
any doubt
about what you mean
to say

It Is All About What You Love

Music is your love
and that's noteworthy
because when you're with me
your rhythm flows forever
and keeps me going

You look at me like
I'm all that matters
and the melody you play
runs up my spine

You touch me
and I shiver
as if you're playing the harmony
down my arm

Your hand brushes my neck
and my heart skips a beat
because it can't wait
for what comes after the
rest

And in the end
all the bad disappears
because the passion
erupts
as the music
washes over us.

Love Cannot Compare

The melody rolls from my finger tips


The harmony ripples from my lips
          to the butterflies in my stomach
          to the chills down my spine
          to the waves of sound across my tongue
          to the passion in the clench of my fist


Four parts for three words
because music
speaks the words
that
love cannot.