it fills the empty silence
Blink, blink, blink away the thoughts
move onward and away from the tightrope.
Mmm, that rope is tight.
Pull the strings and push the limits
grind it into the daily mix,
chore away into a new tune
Rhythm, movement and song
Dance to the beat of the tribal forest instruments.
What do you feel when the music stops?
The exquisite loudness of the melody,
silent.
Tightropes stretching,
pulling back into a grimace
Blurt it out.
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