07-25-2017, 04:33 AM
“The chime”
Twisted forks hanging from a fabrication
Alongside flattened spoons
Dangling by threads fed through there souls
They dance when the wind blows
Their collisions creating vibrations with every gust
Melody comes to being, an entity unto itself
Patterns, beautifully and harmoniously chaotic
Bring forth joy in balance.
Twisted forks hanging from a fabrication
Alongside flattened spoons
Dangling by threads fed through there souls
They dance when the wind blows
Their collisions creating vibrations with every gust
Melody comes to being, an entity unto itself
Patterns, beautifully and harmoniously chaotic
Bring forth joy in balance.