Caught up in notes was a voice!

The note that played
was no more
a message written
on paper.
There was no key
to speak of
but how the pen played
the voice.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when the poem becomes...it is the poet turning into the poem...no middle person, no conduit....we just become.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you J for your words yes it does too.