Notes In My Head

Highs and lows

that cascade in shimmering tones

seek to replicate

ecstasies unknown.


The head is full

of uncut gemstones

awaiting the blade

of creativity honed.


Will they succeed

in tripping from my mind

twisting and turning

sent out for others to find.


The notes in my head

they ring so true,

but setting them down

is part of paying my dues.


So my muse continues to whisper

knowing that I hear

only stopping

when I create without fear.


Our lives intertwined,

our feeling sublime.


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