I sing because the notes float in the air
and as I skip around
I reach up to pluck
the quarter-notes that hang like ripe fruit
in the rippled atmosphere
daring me to find
the tune they want to be
whispers hint
at the boldest measures
and I smile
suddenly knowing
the song.
©️2023 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
That is a delightful verse!!! 🙂
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