“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts
Friday, May 27, 2016
radio waves
Songs are planets
spherical orbs molded
by collective atomic
minds and sub-pieces
bonded serendipitously
as sound.
Each element
each instrument
tuned to its own
bio-chemical
reaction and re-action
of push and pull
bound by electro-
magnetic hypnotism,
like rhythm
the body moves
and spins.
Image by Dana Berry [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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