I love when the words come out to play.
I love when words sing —
I love when I can hear the melody
where there is no melody, just
words bouncing off each other
and a rhythm and a beat
and an idea being expressed
in the phrases.
When you find the right note
it’s in tune — it’s a song
the words play
Sing — every day —
a song no one else is singing!
(Right, Christopher?)
Is it the sunny day that gives me more peace
today than I’ve had for some time?
Is it the lack of a deadline?
Is it the solitude? Having taken a good nap?
All of the above?
As someone once said,
stop thinking about it
and go with the kiss.
