cobalt, steel, and cotton sky.
Leaves shiver and spring,
teasing songs form the wind
as it rifles through,
chilling their veins,
every hair stood taut,
micro-shocks at this intrusion.
KOL and Karima both play with my head
where Robeson and Jackson have already planted
rich, deep kisses of melody and bass.
Awake before the sun even considered,
a day of toil - effectively shirked
in favour of musical re-education -
sweet soul, gospel, folk and blues
(awe the default)
every note, pure captivation.
Must stop that. Start this. Focus.