….But the coffee’s gone bitter
your guitar’s gone out of tune
heart’s pulsing off-beat
to rhythms of dreams lost too soon….
Can’t really seem to put together proper poetry lately, the words come out in verse at a time, but never verses which relate. I’ve decided words at this time are just redundant…just as lyrics can sometimes be to music…. Have a sudden urge to hear acoustic strings strumming in a room spacious and calm enough for the sound waves to carry themselves to the edges of the room, to move through the curves and silhouettes of flowery drapes, to tingle the sparkle on crystal clear glass, to come back to me and make my little heart flutter as before and always.