elusive sound

hour after hour,
they start
to gleam.

with every adjustment
to its digital curves
my music refines,
whittled down and
with every minute
i feel
more naked.
to hear
my sometimes squawks
sometimes soar
like angel wings,
to feel the elusive sound

they were scratches on paper,
whispers on the wind
muttered into a phone,
tunes swapped with one or two on a sofa
and now the songs are
fleshing out
a life of their own.

about to start

home-brewed little demo album coming soon 🙂
thrilled! terrified.


Published by joythunder

ecstatic wildness

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