All over again

Change of heart.
In the stillness of a sleeping world.
Nothing but sound.
Hearing one of my most cherished music.
For the first time all over again.

M.P.Yasmine

My chest

When the music plays.
I’m turning totally blind.
Unable to see what’s coming.
Now all that I can do is feel.
It might be a ripple in the universe.
A dying star exploding deep space.
Into a supernova.

M.P.Yasmine

Balance

The sound of life seems out of balance.
It is shallow.
An obscure silence in music.
An absence of existence.
Nothing in everything.
But when the sound of life strikes me.
It is overwhelmingly heavy.
Bright colors in vast darkness.
Tears filling pools as huge as the universe.
Everything in nothing.

M.P.Yasmine

No.7 II

Written and read, so you will not forget.
That I would live on rhythmic sounds.
Touching, tragic, jovial and timeless.
Play this musical movement.
When death has collected my debt.

M.P.Yasmine