Listening to blues fats baritones
And sassy sax
Neath the chestnut moon
Scrunching out notes
With sloe gin and quinine
And bitter lemon’s
Serendipitous pulp rind
In Sunday’s mass
Above the fault line, disowned
Angels burned their shoes
Melting communion wax
And plastic churches
Their wings slipped from heaven
Searching for the music of truth
Outside the frozen gilded book
Given by their father
The father of all notes
The one who set the world humming
His silhouette a metronome
With all the answers









Wonderful blend you two. And the imagery is spectacular.
Thank you, Styx.
hello beautiful Adelphina and Adagio this is a divine masterpiece ❤️
Thank you Crimsin:)
Thanks for the collaboration! I enjoyed.
We did good, Adel
Hey Brenda! We thank you. I must admit that Adel improved it. I was stuck, and she came to my rescue.
well I really think it’s special you two collaborate beautifully together bringing out a divine essence ❤️
At the moment, I’m touched by a taco and tea,