Angela's Cello
In that bungalow
behind the heart
where various notes
and notables
meet -
there is this music
pouring thru
the veins
shuffling
to the streets.
With intensity
admired by the bloodied,
desired by
those she meets
and by
a ghost of notes
long forgotten
but emerging now
from bed
time or music
sheets -
from the bed
of chaos to dreams
complete . . .
