What Is Not Heard

Someone looks up from the street
possibly to see music swinging
from chimes that are
normally quiet
or at least the walkers may
imagine what they might,
if they even see
through half-opened blinds…



but these chimes are special,
from another land,
carried via passage from a long ago yesteryear,
or so it seems;
from another place, another time
when there was a chocolat love,
a Konrad spirit of want,

and they, the chimes, they have decided
that they remained quiet
for far too long…

and the wolf howls

possibly they had to know a need
in this, their new room;
but it did not matter
if the window was open,
or if a fan was blowing…
for now, in the middle of the night,

when the moon listens,

they sing and
swing, a soft clinking of
right, we agree,
tinkling sweet sounds
a mesmerizing syncopation

and what the passersby don’t hear
are the pleasant fantasies
such sounds
bring me
beyond the blinds,
and in steamed blush,
the windows agree.

" It matters not this distance now  " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love
~*~
KRJ

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.

I am nothing special...and my name will soon be forgotten,but I've loved another with all my heart and soul,and to me,this has always been enough.~N.S

Amazing poem Karilea. I thoroughly enjoyed it, my friend.

"Well I wish that you would cheat with someone, 'cause you're like diggin' holes in water and we know that can't be done."