I could taste the sweet in the voices

my ears could swim in the vintage

classic of hums

You see these people are no longer here.

A loan, no change

I’ve borrowed time from another place

A one way flight to one hundred years ago

The currency of my fingertips on a screen

I am witnessing a turbulence,

The winds of ha’s and ooo’s

My destination: Distorted reality

Arriving in spiraling staircases,

each step a twist in time

A sound so reverberating

legs in unison to the left and right

My eyes paint the motions

a canvas of notes

smiling a soft hum as they’re closed

The tip of my nose conducting the orchestra

A heartbeat slowly tap dancing,

My right toe drumming the air

Head shaking, hips staying

In bed

dancing in the little crevices of rooms

of my observant little mind

Oh what a silly little joy

An experience I have been a part of,

Just fashionably late!

Its a loud party

For such a covert crowd.