Muse

Imagine if all you thought, heard and felt while listening to music manifested as physical law. I always do.

"It's a harsh aesthetic to draw upon. Reticent joy makes its

daring escape along the endless halls of a mountainous song."

Here-

I can send a typhoon - twin-spiraling from a jet,

just to see it splash.

Or shake my hips, dance with ghosts; ashen laugher

windsweeping across your streets.

Here, I can retrace the light from my window;

send it back along a treacherous path

Where terror erased everything 

-save the knowledge of when to return.

Or I might launch a handful of aching stars into being-

through the fields

Only to call one by name to be my joyous icy sun;

here.

Here for thirty seconds, I can will a shower of sky

flowing from the thought of my grasp.

Near as I am,

I am here!

Author's Note

A short break from characters for a little while. This one is filled with references to the original thoughts that inspired other pieces.

I almost forgot: All Our Bruised Bodies and the Whole Heart Shrinks by La Dispute and He Said Eternity by In This Moment.

Reviews

[jennifer little]

good job keep it up