Breath, and you barely notice the notes

Breath, and You Barely Notice The Notes

Music is dreamt before it ever unfolds.

Your ear fills in the gaps of the empty chords.

Touch a cold surface and wait for your heat

to translate its difference.

A simple cell.

“left with something used”

Music on the artificial respirator.

Music in the casinos.

Music behind the car’s inertia.

Your ears fill the sky with key signatures on a staff.

Your ears make the cells turn into keys

on a xylophone.

You believe.

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