Shadow Strands in My Music
You told me you loved this song.
Actually you didn’t tell me,
You told your virtual world,
I could imagine curly hair grooving,
Smoothing out the wrinkles in your short skirt,
On a short ride to the hot club,
To hear your song,
Forget about our love.
Then that same melody plays in my ears,
Nearly a year later.
My mind can only imagine the treachery associated,
With this grouping of chords,
Harmonies and syncopation.
Like ghosts extending themselves from a sonic grave,
Unseen mouths utter susurrations,
I lose patience.
I push stop.