Ensemble

road rivers run parallel
to the sun
farm trees spread out
meadow hills unrolling, rolling already
packed tightly between
fences, defining melody
in the grass
dancing horses slide in the wet grass galloping
on sure footed hoofs; backs bent
arched in praise of their own life

they share themselves under that meadow tree
smiles radiate, revealing eyes
that do not hide
they gaze together, lap in hand in hand
together they dance, (and sing) hum sound–
rhythms mouthed, breathing

(uncertain how they got there)
it felt time to leave
he a roamer and she just drifting

it may be hard to remember,
how much they have here,
under the bright summer sun

when they go back to where they came from
it will be hard to remember
what just was done

time calls to leave and
separate back to different ways
and resistance to believe
country (time) over (the) city

walking over stones, making sure to
catch the other, each trip and fall

holding hands
in between

planting seeds of each
in the palm of the other

together they remember

everything

under the sun

–

Art, in any form, is alive. It communicates, and exists as a tool which can
be both passive and active. My entire life, I have been diving as deep as I
can into other people’s art expressions. Exposing myself to many styles of
art has left me more active in some fields over others. Music is my
background, but these are my words. Take them and make them as your own.