lightening across

[one hundred, forty nine]

lightening across the music scene,
spinning faster than the speed of light,
fizzing slowly through the shaking and rattling,
the rolling of the tune dropped low,
until all that was heard was the last two notes,
a cadence across the sky.

brought down lower, whispering bass,
strumming slowly, finally,
past the end, past the last few,
a sunset on six bars,
the staff dragged lines across the sky,
if only it was read.

composed faster, speeding, a crescendo of tune,
of melody, harmony,
harmonising across the setting stream of solid lines,
broken lines, indecisive shaky lines,
the timbre broke and fell, shattering,
and it was the actual end.

love,

Jess :]