The Sounding Flame

Televised; wide eyed.
The record for generations to come.
I am each note and you are the track.
Vis versa; nature's reflection is intact.
What a beautiful song you play, my love.
Sounding in an open room; I look beyond the window.
The piano's words are the atonement of cords
That strap me to these floor boards.
My eye lids are falling.
I lean into the sunlight.
Enclosed in the room, the sounds, the rays and the body.
I feel light-headed; the rhythm takes ahold of me.
This exchange happens naturally
My mind sees the music through.
Its harmonious touch is a layer of binding
That synchronizes our benevolent truth.
Perhaps this sounding paired with me is experimental.
An overflowing unfold of design.
In rotations the melody circles
Warming me like the sunshine.
In layers of time I become this dancing form.
The totality of an altered moment.
I am the rhythmic rings of this activated heat
As the creator of this melodic accomplishment.

~ B