Aug
2
slow notes in the storm
whispering with the rain
i hear the soft warbling sax
ghost notes drifting swelling
with the wind
the gray green sky gone black
with rim shot pelting drops
on the window
and the tempo takes a breath
i hear the slow blown sax
slipping out in the night
moaning out the sound
of a heart slowing down
swelling with the pulse
throbbing in the night
or is it my pulse
throbbing in each flash of light
heart swelling deep within
as thoughts of you
take flight
