Free Music


A stroked chord, howled in A-flat relief, 

as a note, leapt off the page, 

joining the screech, in disbelief . 

Ongoing heat, allowed a lot of sweating, 

while all the letting go, freely, turned the music on.

As it licked the fascinating beat excitingly, assisting in wetting up the sheets, while the music felt highly carried away, a breeze blew a kiss, refreshingly.  

The standing Clef nudely, wore a sweater of chills, right before the half wet sheet of music, helplessly blew toward, then out the open window sill.

Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore

Thinker on the Loose-My way with words.

Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes intended.


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