PAD 19

There's a song somewhere quiet;
playing on repeat
only your heart can hear its rhythm.

National Poetry Month - Day 20

Transparency, a ghost of something past
I keep moving too quickly; my present
becomes a future, perhaps not mine: a clicking slideshow.

Slow-motion,
dancing to silent music

this song always plays here

It's our swan song
beautiful in it's one lingering note
we've been stretching it out by half beats

Pausing, until that plucked string finally breaks