Random Sounds

random; it is not easy
because the harmony
or the lack of it
is part of creation,
exists with the rhythm
that never breaks
echoing in the vacuum
unexplained tap takes
on invisible keys

what was it
the last note
comes with a word
spoken underneath
the staff lines
measured, unmeasured
unresolved, finished
all but lost in the void

do I hear melodies
in the silence
or the silence
in the melodies;
are we deaf
or do we hear more now
when space is chewed
with the chunks
of tougher pieces?

soak in rivers
stretch the paper
till every line is written
on the blanks
all the ink
become the masks
not to lie or hide
but to give a chance
for a non-intruded
uninterrupted dance


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