The stories are told
Down by the blue lagoon
Where time lags and stories stretch
Large enough to fill the sky
The imagination
Leaps uncontained
And I hear the notes play
Feeling their colors
Xylophone borealis
Sun changing ice floes
Spectral analysis
And the mind moves in waves
Conducting some hidden orchestra
Changing its tone, its tune, its story
There's nothing to graph
The story listens
Feels changing cadences
Flows and adapts
Weaving strands
Lines of journey
Stories of life
Listening
Changing tone
Denis Streeter 1/2/13
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