Something

Something

tastes like salty tears

Something

feels like gravel against the spine.

Something

smells like smoldering ashes.

Something

sounds like the wail of a newborn.

Something

is full of pain

Something

holds the potential for so much more

of        something.

Harmony

Lilting tunes escaping

between stretching, spindly arms.

Slipping silently through the still night air.

creeping around leaves,

caressing curling edges

and dusty veins.

Up it rises

like smoke from a

smoldering fire.

Up it goes, tendrils reaching

for the sky.

Up it flies,

a little tune,

alone and pure,

just like a little whisper:

a taste,

a scent,

a breath,

of harmony.