musicmakers

the breath of my lips brushes the wind, (and)
breathe deep, for this could last forever
as the angels' wings (like wind chimes) flap from north to south
shimmering in an emerald glow

(and) what's before my eyes is near impossible, (but)
what's inside my heart is sheer reality
(oh!) how i wish you could hear it, too!
these music makers (plucking the very strings of my soul)

their eyes blink like tambourine hits
percussive heartbeats, melodious sighs (and)
as a chill fills the room, their icicle-breath like a rainstick
(would you?) sing over me, musicmakers

for i am mesmerized by the songs of angels