Inane assemblies
Treble clefs and bass chords
dance upon the keys
of my mind
not Sublime
but daunting.
Static echoes
trodden
through my night
when I awake I can not
escape them.
Shards, threads and tatters
of rapid sounds
cladden in animal hooves-
The musical charge
of nothing good.
I ache to hear a muse
smouch him if I could
The delicate, tender, embrace
of his sweet song
could puddle jump with me
for infinity,
so heavenly as Pythagorus purported,
in my heart, my soul and limbic system.
Only if he would come
and play his drums
for me
a sweet tune of reverie
to rid me of my own
monotonous songs
that clatter about
within my head
each eve and every morn.
And with this beautiful
undertaking
he could spread apart my ribcage,
petrify my heart
with his rainbow glow and burn
of tune,
the magic of the loon
a Master's guarantee
of the love he feels
for me,
a tender, sweet-
Melody.