Inspired by music...

On Sundays we have music in the gardens. This week, I decided to go out and listen to the flute music. I brought my notebook out with me, sat on the grass, ate a couple rice cakes, and let myself drift away. The result of that was a poem.

I’m sitting under a tree

And there’s a sculpture to my left

I notice the ants crawl on my skin

But there’s a beautiful act of theft

My attention has been taken

By a soft and shallow sound

And I become so still

As I sit here on the ground

The rhythm creates a ghost

It’s floating through the air

I’m afraid to let it in

So I shift my eyes and stare

I try and put this into words

As the world spins ‘round my head

I've been writing poetry

But life’s a book that can’t be read

--
ah bee