(written 2001)
Throbbing with acoustic resonance,
are the broken chords of my heart,
dissembled to make some sense
are each of their triad parts.
Blurry and tan are my moving fingers
eluding my sleepless eyes
while this dream plays on and lingers
in this music of the night.
And what of this sundry pattern
that repeats not ever alike
inspired by lights from a lantern
and by old thoughts that I too like.
Memorized and agonized are they
in a sincere and proper mood
arranged by my hands today
a music so soft and nude.
As an imprint of a bright dewdrop
upon a flower’s petal
it burns upon the inner thought
like a dancing glance of metal.
It is the smile of choice that folds
upon every page and leaf
within the albums of the sincere soul,
and fills with a love for peace.
-JHJ