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Morning Music

I marveled at the moving chords,
I skipped upon the melody;
How I could ever find the words,
or grasp it for the life of me?

It buzzed and thumped inside my head,
and sang and sailed within my soul,
what was so clear when in by bed,
eludes me though I coax, cajole.

And so I meditate and search,
the threads of memories or dreams,
An air once heard on street or church,
or was it dancing on moon beams?

I'll take the beat, the marvelous chords,
and act on them while there's the chance;
though I can't grasp the tune or words,
I'll rise and skip and twirl and dance



2010 Carol Morfitt
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