Inspiration #6

Nov. 1, 2012

Inspiration #6

I find it
     lots of places.
In the 8-bit rhythm
     of the old N.E.S.,
In the swelling of a Debussy,
In the eyes of the actress,
    filling with tears and laughter,
Snatching your heart away
     to the misty morning
          where you kissed her goodbye
               for the last time.

A warm tune
     we recall,
Tickling our memory
     and stirring our mind
'Til we're spurned from stasis
     and driven
          to make something
               out of nothing,
Every day a measure,
     every moment the note we play,
'Til we see the pattern
     in the madness of the music,
And,
     diving in
          and drowning,
We are carried on
     and on,
          beyond what we thought so.