Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Sixteenth Note

Oh let me breathe you, poor Richard.

Let your fingers be the lyrics that tuck me in each night.

Your song, a whole note that plays over and over,

Like a wind chime on a porch.

Your voice soft and mellow, like the thrush in the pine.

Tell me your stories as I close my eyes.

Compose for me the words that you tuck beneath your pillow,

Forgiving gentle and delicate, like the cuticle on a baby’s finger.

Lay here with me, and let me beam as I glance at you,

Like a flashlight in the dark.

Watch as my eyes become heavy, with sleep and weakness.

Play for me your music, so that on the sixteenth note I might sleep,

And breathe you, feeling your texture upon my skin.


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18 thoughts on “Sixteenth Note

  1. nice one…btw do u play any musical instrument?

  2. sated with song, fine imagery.

  3. quavers with emotion

  4. You have double embouchure…

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