It's Still Life

What happens When You Fall Asleep to Music

My head is filled
with the long stretched strings
of a hundred violins.

And one cello whose cry hangs
like a suspended thunder storm.

This percussion
will beat down the Gates of Troy.

Clashing, those triple brass cymbals.
Those spears of flames, fierce as joy.

Out of Homer, these sounds
pass through me like dawn’s burning.

Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Stories This week’s word is “pass”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.