River Music
by Padi Harman
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An electric guitar
strings itself onto the air
high eeeee
soft sugary voices
mesh unheard lyrics
softing floating
like waterfall spray
rebounding up up up
to hit my ears
this only happens
at night in bed
my head emptying out
the days parables
as the river sings
below me
i go to record it
to try to catch
just one note
& the phone rings
breaking that wave
of ethereal music
it whispers away
like smoke
later, all silent again
the music floats up anew
rocks singing
water screaming
wind bellowing
mother natures
private symphony
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