Poetry – Page 16

[concert] by n. speck

the scent of singer’s saving grace stilly filling in the stairwell
concrete echoes of strings through the floor
the red door walking squeaking the wood more
keys keys keys keys walking twinkling alive 
running up running down striking loving by five
round sounds quickly circles small up coming down
water fountain small circles small round music frown
bubbling versatile canvas small life incise still scented stairwell
for remembered round hours we live and small insolent minutes we do well

cannot unawake sounding unguents come to the tougher steeps
clack rod black on black sooner comes leaves
bow stiffly the floor black on black flat bereaves
the graceful unknown and the comradely hive mind
in out in and graceful eyes meet congratulate escape find
light memories light windows colored glass black on black
flow gently, sweet thames, and the song will come spilling back
no revels no tumult revise reconquer coming to other than unknown sleep
down forget travel gone fingers dipping strike strike down the soft spacial leap

murder contradicting nonsense contrast presence new consistence
down the steps!