A gentle stir right at the bottom of me.
And i've decided to let it ring.
I want it to move.
Move until I have something to show.
Move until I have no other option
but to let it carry me away.
Humming deeply into my ears--
It is brushing its rhythms against my thoughts
And I'm tip-taping
Its subtle tones.
The silent songs are the ones that keep buzzing in the background. It's good that you try to listen to them. I have to tune my ear in that direction too :)
ReplyDeleteGreat poem!
Nicely done.
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