Imagine my surprise
when I noticed that your body beside me
was a cello
and when you snored,
the sound was the most beautiful thing
I had ever heard.
Hush now,
do not speak
or get up, standing stiffly on your one leg.
There is no ceremonial dance to be done.
Our people have all fluttered
away, a cloud of crows
or treble clefs
dotting the air like ellipsis points.
They seed the sky and make it rain
golden notes
glittering dreams
wild and giddy
like experimental harmonics.
You have my ear, darling.
Speak and be
the instrument of my glorious undoing.
___________
for Word Garden Word List Chouette
Music: Sunny & the Sunliners Talk To Me
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