The space between chimes draws me in

The black keys.

That once I thought all was symphonic,

Without subtlety.

Pasting over minor cracks.

If divinity dare exist in this scientists’ playground

of a mind, it does it in melodies.

Cutely poised treble, and

vibrato troubling little but

the air lulled to soothe.

When ascending scales

descend the males spines

and dining femme fatales

Mounting clamour finds,

‘Oh my words’.

It’s the space between the words that

hold these thoughts

caught spider-like.

Dancing on a thread without anchor.

That I only saw once.

It is the gap of peace between troubed

Spikes

In daily lives.

And I’d never noticed before.

That it’s the space between chimes that draws me in.

The Black Keys.

I can’t hear a whale song.

I can’t hear sea tides ride a high tempesta.

I can’t see skies, but for fake wallpaper.

Pasted at an aspect ratio of 4:3 through a disingenuous window.

I hear the repeating of the delete key in flurries.

Worrying the letters that came before with the risk

of their hurrying annulment.

I can hear befuddlement racked in my own grey matter.

Natter of grumbles wanting to write about this and that.

About how I should be sleeping.

And how an alarm beeping would one day be welcomed.

I can hear how I would be beating fleeting woes back

with act after act of fluid linguistic impresario.

And I can hear critics lambasting polysyllabic sprees.

I see nothing, but the words appear ahead of me.

And occasional glances to the fingers just to make

sure of respectable behaviour.

I’m not trusting them enough just yet to allow full reign.

I fall words to space in patches.

Like a test is won with the sum of catches.

A product finalised through batches.

Letters form in-mind to create words

And hear a mind herd them semantically.

Though quite randomly they attract and form phrases.

Some of which may one day make it to pages

worth reading.

While for now this skill just needs seeding.

A little fluidity.

And a  few spare rays of Autumns day’s until fully begun.

Because I can’t hear a whale song.

I can’t hear sea tides ride a high tempesta.

I can’t see skies, but for fake wallpaper.

Pasted at an aspect ratio of 4:3….