2020-03-31T01:36:18-07:00February 8th, 2013|Creativity|

Ode to musicians

They sit there
as though they are
like me

but then the music
erupts out of their necks
and hands

it is as though
they said

don’t mind me

as they turned into
tigers and birds
floating and roaring
claws and wings

before wrapping up their tune
and re-entering
the average flesh
of the rest of us.

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