Cowering
In the rolling shadows of a melody
E-minor, nourishes my soul
As my trails are awash

Simmering
In the chords of a slide-guitar
As I follow a madman’s
Shape-shifting tune

Drifting
On a cool day’s harmony
To embattled typhoons
Their drums
Bid a soldier’s farewell

As suddenly as they fade
They re-emerge
From the mists
Of mid-day reveries