You,
straight and narrow
like the lines in my notebook,
try to hem me in,
confine and
define me.

I try
to keep the crayons inside,
but the colours continually implore me
to burst outside the frame.

I muffle the music
and concentrate —
one major note,
one smooth stroke,
one balanced distance.

But the persistent melody calls.
My heart listens
and hears the truth
in all its joyous strains.

So I let go
and fall into —
interlaced harmonies,
bright broad bands,
infinite possibility.

With an unbroken smile
I look deep into your eyes
and hold out a hand.

 

 

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