poem

 Endless Song

This is my favorite song

Once it found the right rhythm

It seemed it would never end 

Odd melodies looping 

Unceasingly without sounding stale 

No matter how many times I hear them

Your bare shoulders play piano sonatas

Outside under sturgeon summer moons

Your laughter’s a bridge to drastic themes

I’d otherwise never bother to see 

While your eyes are shiny blue bars

Tapped at the small end of the xylophone

And those legs of yours are the outro

That takes us back to the beginning again

Our song must also be sung

So we keep coming up

With unexpected new lyrics.

We take turns.

Every day together

Is the gamete of another 

Verse that fits the prosody.

We sing them in any order

And in between it’s always fun

To belt out the old chorus

We know by heart, the one 

We first fell in love to.

That’s the one I’ll be humming

Softly in your ear

Toward the end of the night

When we’re the last ones left

And the lights come on 

And the band goes home

Softly in your ear

The last remnants of a music

We'll no longer be able to dance to.

8/16/26