Music changes Everything

Strands of melody, bows on strings

ivory hammers on the piano's staphs 

as female vocals sing.

a single drumstick taps cymbal song

electronic mix merging metaphors

somehow all this and the horns

belong together, a band, a throng

alters my mood

my sadness settles, my heart takes wing

the rain falls, the night calls

music changes everything.

The Band

Drumbeats drumming bang

cymbals clash, triangles clang

boots marching, that banded gang

in tandem almost random

music played, songs sung- sang

pounding in time, legs striding

thighs flashing, movement sublime

 arms blurred in motion drumsticks

flicks slick tips snapping tapping

heartbeats in step with their feet

hands clap

time to go

you should know

smiles teeth white

pristine red uniform flap

disappearing into night

The girls' cheer

the band isn't there.

The Muse

Photo by Sacha, #93
website: Photography by Sacha

Mercurial wind, music upends

the rhythm that flows through

the veins,

hear the divine whisper, feel
the fever pitch in the dulcet
strains.
Movements redux, the strings
resound, everything in flux
notes float out, flowing in the breeze
she's a wisp of light
dancing amidst the trees.