By Scott Bailey © 2014
This is my air
Laying like lazy smoke
On the course of a slow current
Tendrils reaching out
To you.
Yours is the harmony
The melody
The purple scent
To compliment
The air

This is my air
Laying like lazy smoke
On the course of a slow current
Tendrils reaching out
To you.
Yours is the harmony
The melody
The purple scent
To compliment
The air

The heart is the drummer
The lungs a violin
You bring on a timpani roll
That rumbles to my feet
For you I am an orchestra
Though I often clang and clash
I hope my humble melody
Might catch your heart
In a dance
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