My Two Cents

Was witnessing a creative session between a keyboardist, drummer, and painter (on canvas) as they inspired each other to create...my poem a synopsis of my experience with them.

The music is blinding.

The painting is deafening.

Absorb, mesh, blend, curl, arch, curve, vibrate...

Echoing from painting to music and music to painting...

The rhythm of the unrhythm...

Recona-sense of the mind, soul, spirit feeding the physical...

The atoms and cells of the music and painting...

They know how to heal, maybe how

To Repair our denatured DNA.

The faces project presence in the painting...

But they are not...really...

The faces are in the music.

Oh, yeah!!!---the fertility of it ALL.

Just a partial dissection

Allows for the strands to drop, connect, intertwine

Producing our newborn.

If you put the conch shell up to your ear,

You'll hear the sound of the universe

Through the fractured divide

Swirling in yet another dimension

In the back part of my brain.

by Judith MAC Fisher

Author's Note

What do you think?