Drawn out and away
What I mean to say
Entangled in your web.
I cannot find a way
Impediments filter true feeling
Across a sky so gray.
Mockingbirds
Listen and learn
Perhaps a lesson lingers here.
Sound is merely a sound
Until it collects and comes together
To make music only we can hear.
“Harmony is key,” she said.
That’s where the truth is at.
