Improvisation 
 
A strange miscalculation. A tinny melody climbs on an invisible ladder 
and hangs in the air unaided.         A quick progression, then a pause.   
This is the part where I chase you catch you let you go.
 

	              Melodic Minor
 
Back again inside vanquished bed covers framed by yellowing walls.  
Me quavering under  glowing still  ignoring discordant whispers in my 
head  and  out --     the threadbare hotel room records the starts and 
double-stops.
 

	              Rests
 
Blank spaces on a white page.


	             Dominant Chord
 
The  note  jars   my lower spine   as  I  hear the last line.  The echo of 
your voice reverberates inside my head and  I question its validity like 
when I lost my virginity and thought   is   this  all   there   is?     I press 
my nose to the window of my insides. . . Trickles of red and pink stain 
my memory,  yet I persist to bend at the root.

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