Ode to Paul McCartney or, Music in a Rolling Vessel
Part 1
Blackened creases underneath a pool
white grease orbs that call and call and call
in sight to see and in a sea to find
your eyes are windows leading to your mind
Part 2
A cough and creak and then a langorous tone
that rush of wind that slowly starts to moan
In courser notes when closer to the start
A voice is growing out as your lips part.
Part 3
In intersecting sections that slick and roll
Music wraps its fingers around your soul
Incantated rythms ribbon round
in wild emotive gestures of the Sound.
Finish
A pace is reached then quickly stops to pray
Blood thumps your ears in motions you can't say
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