The music of her
is a ribbon untied
and streams of silk break
free like summer
stars on the foreheads
of angels as I
feel the thick of myself,
as if running under water
becoming trapped
in the listening
of the jazz
like the first time it
blanketed me
with a rocking upside
down motion
in my head
breaking the bondage
releasing me
as I lift my eyes
meadow wide
and arm opening
to the sweet talk
of music
pulling me up.
Roger Singer 