Photo Jacek Dylag

MORNING MUSIC

I play my dreams

The sleep on it ones

While still in

Slumber mode

My fingers

Somehow find

The hidden notes

Bring them forth

Into the

Real world

Whatever that is

Give them shape

And meaning

A kind vibration

Small movement

Of air and idea

I do this first

Or else they’re lost

In the jumble

Of thoughts

That surely

Will follow

All day we push

Assemble disassemble

Write erase

Think rethink

At the end

Another ball of string

To be unraveled

In nightly dream

Tossed and turned

Softened refined

Revealed given

What melodic

Melodies

We assemble

At rest

I long to wake

And hear them