fountain pen on black lined paper

Life's Composition

from the right to left

treble

bass

clef

life is spent in measurement–

and lined markings on the soul

keeping still

in rests and pauses

awaiting the effects on the whole

notes

playing out

and

streaming through

we’re listening to

the thump, the beat

this Florida heat

this sweat, this brow

this here and now

the halves

and meters

mark the time

the ticking

clock

begins its chime

swaying,

playing,

quarter to one

swaying,

replaying,

this rhythm is done

musical notes on white paper
musical notes on white paper