My Music

[psycosynthesis]

Navigating rhythmic
coincidence
which

misses

a

beat.
Coda struggles against
A dissonant dialogue
Of soft drums.

Hands hitting
worn out
skin
Longing for
Distant chords

Against a backdrop
of soaring strings.

Because the manic
melody of the months

are building.

This orchestra
Is not one built to
Confront

To reveal with cleft
Palate or

flat tongue.

Because the notes are sharp
Enough to pierce
The eyes a front

To conductors wand.

 

[Mehm]

huh, a piece of about the creation of music. very interesting

 

[lostNfound]

To conductors wand didn't quit flow at the end for me but otherwise I though this was brilliant, built well all the way through. Each new line created a new image building the room and the orchestra around me.

Nice one