The eruption was sudden
Light cast skyward.
That melted into mist,
That flowed into the air around us.
We sat playing
While the Earth surged around us.
Earthquakes in harmony to the sound.
That blew from flutes
That came from our drums
That escaped from trembling metal wire
We took, the magic that was locked away.
In each of us,
Those lost notes that were hidden.
Shimmered back free.
Some told us it was prophecy.
But for us it was just another day
That for us, playing music together.
Was like a snake shedding skin
Another newer version
hiding just within
The doubts, the immature and discontentment
is like the wearing away of stone.
wind from an internal spring
that waxes,
into itself
until itself
crumbles
ash settling after a bonfire blaze,
wind lazily passing over, catching
dancing with the remains
peace from chaos
music into the silence
glutton waves lap hungrily
at tossed sand.
brings finality
to a gathering of friends.
leaves falling oddly, passing through grated fence prisons
twisting as the wind pushes them downward
currents pushing them back up
the spiraling dance of Autumn
beckoning winters court
walking in wind
is getting to attend
the masked ball of season
so you might as well
dance
i've been thinking a lot.
that is usually how trouble starts.
with a fixation or hobby
with focusing on too many things
when I know, me
this ( me )
this person who just can't be one thing.
this awful being that is so consuming
it wants to burn itself out
and happy doing it, if im being honest.
But that's what being happy is right? You take all the interests and do them. You take all the people and blend them? You watch all the shows, listen to all the podcasts and take all the notes?