Minutes flow into hours into days into months into years
Pause. Look up. Breathe in. Breathe out.
A blue marble crushes my shoulders. I long to hear it.
The sound of an instrument
The richness of a note
The heart of a melody
The soul of a song
My instrument travels where I roam Inspiration, a respite
The sound of a scribble
The richness of an adjective
The heart of a phrase
The soul of a confession
Dipped in blood moon courage
My pen, my instrument My truth oozing through, an intentional spill onto reams of sheet music
The cacophony of world instruments, a reminder to breathe in.
And breathe out.
And practice again.