not my melody
Muses sing through me      when i close my eyes   my fingers twitched         by puppet strings  my mind, just swinging hammars            & tightly coiled vibrations They orchestrate me      an ivory bird        made of piano keys     singing & soaring  I could lose all my memories here,
I could breathe & be breathed     transformed & released
  into this vast, misty world         of other-than me











