The Echoes of Music

My veins surge with unshackled will
Chasing the momentum of now
I search for Windows and open spaces
So I can seize whitewashed dreams
My senses drank the rich lure
A fragrance lying beneath the threshold
Like a moth to flame I follow
Now before unbridled grounds
Laden with muddied footsteps
A road of rubble and turquoise
Lined by smeared art and love letters
I loved this place
I love this place
Closing my satchel,I slowly walk
Dividing the thickening air
Inhaling rising and falling emotion
Charcoal boulders and florescent petals
Vinegar rain and minty leaves
Peak valleys and dark hollows
Filling with the shifting waves
I close my eyes and breathe
Exhaling purpose of the journey
In the horizon
The echoes of music
Guiding me closer
And stirring inside of me
I love this place
I loved this place
The echoes of music
Coming from somewhere
Or coming from nowhere
A dried up well is sprinkled with copper
And pass I through my own illusion
There's no use for my broken shoes
So I talk to Jesus
Finding myself upon this rock
I pray to find the echoes of music
Will my bent feet
And my weighted satchel
Send me back?
Or something await me
I want nothing more than to reach it
I want nothing more than to touch it
I want the dream I dream
I want to go home
The echoes of music

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This work is a veritable fountain of images. The underlying sense is of one who is leaving the past behind and moving without hesitation into the future. A number of images indicate something of a difficult passage thus far, though that may be just my perception. At any rate, the speaker's attitude seems positive and hopeful, ready for whatever comes. A buoyant piece, the enthusiasm of which is contagious.