Day10

music
the words brushed against my flesh
soft and rushed
they swerved into my mind
came out of my lips
in notes
dancing through the air
i conducted my symphony of the wind
my fingers laced with melodies
the keys were smoky city lights
the tempo was something like traffic
with a background of voices
the pitch was moon
with the speakers of the breeze
i was wondering if this song
could kiss your earlobes
over there