The desire to launch into a club hit is almost unbearable   Thinking of bass hits and flashing lights and muscles on display   Followed quickly by two men bobbing their heads in time making fools of themselves while others laugh   In this mad…

inspired by this song here So much loss in losing Not so much picking it or choosing Little lifes like candles Buzzing out a tune Funeral singer bee keeping When magnets report the queen Buzzing her tune no more Pray for successions Return, return to me…

Forest Piano I hear a haunting melody In the forest moving from tree to tree Winter, Summer, Spring or Fall, This song is not so strange at all It plays in nature’s harmony A piano tune just flying free   I hope someday to find…

old pianos when i was a girl visiting my grandparents in Tassie i came across an old piano in the forest flaking veneer like the shoulders of a sunburnt child there was an old hut nearby & i wondered if the owners had been moving…

Dance of Two for 3 or More I want to write a world for you And you alone would hear it. A dance between two people as The world cannot come near it The ebb and flow of harmony The waltz of you and me…

(for hour 23—a “hearing” prompt from hour 16…coz cheese is good, but I wasn’t feeling it)   What Are the Chances?   Amid a crowded amphitheater I become the only attendee The only fan For I close my eyes to the swell of the synthesizer…

I replay melodies Over and over Until my mind Takes over them And memorizes keys Signatures And the elegant way It trickles like Raindrops upon a windowsill. Through my veins Stirring within me Emotions I never realized Hiding within. It scurries me away Into daydreams…

I once had upon the mantelpiece A sand picture housed between 2 glass panels Prized as a child for its innovative charm I owned a tape cassette and listened to a song of moonbeams hidden Adventure revealed in the depth of tone But the picture…

…it’s always such a pleasure. Despite the many times I’ve tailed before. Oh how I wrote and wrote, Until I just stopped writing. Gave up the fight, succumbed and simply started to snore. I’m too old for all-nighters, That’s what I’ve come to see I’ve…

Hour Four Prompt It devours your soul, then it spits you out.   It devours your soul, and you can’t escape. All that was hidden inside you is unveiled by music. The three to five minutes it plays feels like an eternity, and just when…