Music Can Be Like That

The pale headphones
fall from my hands like ash

and hover above a blue
shadow on the ground;

Something exploded here
in recent past,

now leaving a dim powdery
stain on gravel.

Music can be like that -
both abrupt and subtle,

exploding in the ears
like a bomb,

then settling upon
a blistered soul

like a wayward swallow,
leaving only the

faint melody of song.


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