words

there is a gentle satisfaction
in never hearing a song completed.

to linger in the slow echo
of its ever changing body
rolling onward through the years.

the same parts played again
and again, evolution in sound
and again, a drifting of words
melancholy and aimless.

it moves like water, like light,
in constant transfer with itself,
notes in tandem spill through
the cracks in the house
and lend themselves to the world without,
never completing, ending abruptly.

-S.C. Martinez