The Body Meets Its Matching Dove from Above

Music overflows from each of us

Plus we attract with mutuality

The yield of tones being intoned warbly yet

Young with ringing melodious stuff of staves

 

Meanwhile above the small faceless body 

A dove sings and wings above beyond 

And glowingly new matching music 

Hitched to the little head that hears itself

 

While drawing in compatible sounds

With or without a score as if 

To store a likely festival of 

What might sound like improvisation

 

While an empty mid-sized cloud awaiting

Fresh songs likely absorbs unheard grace

Notes to embed in each head headed for

Ensemble the essence of us all together


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