day 3109

day 3109

walking down the street,

we heard a Jackson Five song

from someone’s attic.

Day 2818

Day 2818

I know how songs move

me, and so want to write one

and feel its power

Day 2808

Day 2808
beneath the solo
an aural undercurrent
of paper rustling

day 2431

 

Day 2431

We leaned in closer,

to have a conversation

despite the band’s volume

day 1939

day 1939
I put on headphones,
start the music, my hands move –
inspired by beats

day 1878

day 1878
from the other room,
music drifted in, taking
our minds someplace else

day 1831

day 1831
she seemed a bit shy;
Jim and I said, “You should smile;
you have a good smile.”

all his energy –
from arm, to mallet, to gong –
I felt in my chest