Rhythm
The lines
are starting to fade
into mere
premonitions
sound
and the sweet sorcery
of a single word
releasing its power
into the warm
river of spring
show me
the colour
of your desire
so I can mix it
into the movement
of sound
passing
through
hearts,
beating
The lines
are starting to fade
into mere
premonitions
sound
and the sweet sorcery
of a single word
releasing its power
into the warm
river of spring
show me
the colour
of your desire
so I can mix it
into the movement
of sound
passing
through
hearts,
beating