Beating, Bursting Heart

“If I could paint one thing

I’d paint you a canvas of
All the fireworks in my head
When the radio comes on.

And the bright sharp shooting stars
Of electric guitars and the
Dry paintbrush strokes in turquoise
Of that particular violin and the
Water-drops of a piano and the
Pentagons of a cymbal loop, flashing.

And maybe if I painted you a canvas
You’d understand why I can’t speak
And fold and crumple like tissue
And barely breathe, nerves afire
And my heart clenched in a fist.

They are these shapes, my dear
Their sounds draw them in the ether
And if I can ever recreate them
And paint the art movement of sound
I’d like to lie down in the
Viridian network of strings
While it cradles my beating, bursting heart.”

– by Lumniferous Ether


Here’s to the guy playing piano at the train station today, thank you for making me sing my heart out.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: