Melancholy Evening
I read your erratic half-smile,
The one intended as
Inscrutable sound for ears
Less vigilant.
I hear your cacophony
Measured, misleading.
I follow the back beat.
Unnoticed.
It swallows me whole.
Your body twists and
Moans
Under the steady rhythm.
The didgeridu plays
And you dance...
Drawn to the low rumble
Despite or because of
The sound that pierces through
The hum.
Cello makes the melody
Cello turns your head
Cello grabs your heart,
Ethereal and, inevitably
Incorporeal.
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