Poet’s note: There are days when I wake up with music in my head and I know some sort of symphony was working out in my brain all night. Does that happen to you?

Words won’t do this justice:
I’m stumbling about this place
in search of a melody that runs through me
each morning in those moments when I awake
to near-silence.
Just beyond the dreams, though, a violin plays softly
in harmony with the ghosts of thoughts
still descending from the night.
When I open my eyes to the dancing notes of the song,
the melody is gone and I’m left even more bewildered
than I was before.

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Peace (in the muse),
Kevin