Why is it that love lingers When the actual disintegrated So long ago? Each evening Agonizing beauty flows thru tunes Reminding me of your fingers Weaving thru the instruments The passions of the mind In an alien language astounding In the harmony of the flow.
And as I sit here listening I conjure up your image: Tho the actual denied to know, The essence daily flows ---
Sirius, how love holds.
STILL PLAYING CLEAR
Words used to make a noise If only in the mind, a form To describe the multiplicity In the actual that surrounds, And somewhere in that maze The sounds that bring you home Are woven in the music.
Such beauty in the saxophone Pulsating thru the atmosphere In harmonic description of A passion that we shared Way back in the last millennium Still playing clear Fills me with hope our merging One day will appear Tho what we have as memory Becomes alive with every note I hear.
Walked in heavy rain Skipped a meeting, then caught In family insanity again While plans are made To contact other poets Almost as a sacrifice Just to ease the pressure Building in my brain.
An old theme, played over and over again Listening to funky tunes. Rich mellow descriptions Conjure up your image, Passion pouring thru the horn --- You have invaded my home.
For every time I hear those notes Big sections of the brain Flash images of our merging And an inner joy regained Flows thru the music Easing all the pain.