Inspired by Burned Letters by Johannes Bornlof (and the photo above)
Eyes shut… ears wide open,
tones caressed in black & white,
resonate, coming home
to reside in my bones.
Minor, major and inverse.Keys and strings weave a melody
sung by the sun crawling above
the horizons edge.
Bent on shedding just enough
light for today.Shimmering water cascades
as stony faces peer…
