Hometown Music
Coffee morning foyerHe sits with his guitarA melody in heartstringsPlayed at the breakfast barThey bring him extra JavaTo try to keep him thereAnd hope that soul-felt musicKeeps floating on the airHe never spoke a sentenceMore than a couple wordsBut all the local patronsEnjoyed the things they heardI never once approached himI never learned his nameUntil the day the reaperHad filed another claimAnd now the shop seems emptyThough still I think I hearSomewhere he must be playingAmong angelic ears.

Gelatin Dessert
Gelatin plate with sweetened berriesMixed with toppings made of creamMolded in a shape that's merryHalfway twixt a dinner's dreamThough the tasty treats are manyThat a connoisseur could nameI am doubtful you'll find anyWith a texture quite the same!

Dancer
Glittering in silver blackFlying o'er the stageHeels resoundingMusic, wild and living,Stirs the heart to answerAs the enemy's defeatedAnd our ears and eyes are treatedTo the sight.Virtue wins and love is rescuedCrumbling answers are rejected;That which grows and breathes unpoisonedIs now free to feed on lightAnd in this,Bloom.Thus the empty inner roomThat every soul its chamber knowsWill join the tune.

Upstairs Room
From the room the view is bestLike a sparrow in a nestHighest up the window viewShows what's new.Nothing's new around just yetGrass and pavement getting wetAs the steady rain that poursDoes the chores.When the world is washed and brightCrickets chirp announce the nightAnd the street lamps further downLight the sound.

Breathe Round Other Ways News
Tree bark, coffee, chocolate chips,Soft and fertile earth,Wood grain, wood stain, pencil tips,Dog and puppy fur,Clothing flashing matching shadesIn their richest brown paradesCalmness shimmers in the toneHeaven gave our eyes to own.