Love Is A Mirror

Sticks to skins
the beat plays on…
off in a lofty place
the vibration of cymbals
chime with emotion
as the angels recall
a song once sung
and it doesn’t’ matter
who the player is
as long as they play
with veracity
now and then
come together
like film clips
that drop to the floor
telling a tale
with notes and words
that move between
the spaces in silence
yet can hold their own
with integrity
a sense of magic
and all its intrigue
creating a moment
when time takes pause
to listen and to reflect
Love is a mirror….

© 2016 Trilby Yates