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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

04 May, 2005

Musical Moods

I walk through these
Musical moods, holding the notes
Of everyman's hopes

Slivers of sunshine
Divide my shadow
Into queuing quavers

Her leavened voice to my side
Slithers and slides
Through the heavy air

Naked is my core
A collection of sparks
Lit by glowing music motes

Inevitably, my heart strings
Are rooted in this land of
Enlightened enthusiasm