by Gregory Reed

Created on: January 27, 2009

Listen to the piano

Monk's energetic fingers pounce

revealing beats unheard; unique

Horn squeals along side

Miles's cheeks swollen with musical air

releasing a melodic flow of consistency

The duo creates a soothing tune

tickling my ear drums; feather-like

It awakens my soul with inspiration

feeds my mind with melodious notes

which translate into descriptive words

and liberates my congested thoughts of limpidness

Without hesitation

an overwhelming sensation arises

sending me into a transient state

as I let go of my conscious

I receive harmonic composition through the unconscious

My eyes intensely gawk

into the hindmost fraction of my mentality

and in a telescopic fashion

they broaden my most cordial conceptions of being

Soul is being sucked up needle-like

through my spinal column

baring its veritable correlation with existence

Tongue distended with admiration causing trepidation

unable to structure a declaration

for it would only cause suffocation

proclamation would initiate aberration

which in return fabricates isolation

an unwanted implication

Monk and Miles, persist forward with you're cultivation

as I quiescently lay back into dream's arms.

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