- poetryforlifeforever
prelude
i woke up one morning
they were at it again
it wasn’t madame butterfly
more like vivaldi
close to spring
how could they
no conductor to be seen
all orchestrated
synchronized like ballerinas
underwater moving like computer codes
i could hear the sounds
bouncing off frequencies
short-wave, long-wave,
almost seemed like chaos
mixed in a fisherman’s bucket
but, listen carefully, one morning
you’ll hear it too
open your heart
better to listen that way
music’s in the heart,
not in the ears

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