mr. james

[just a freewrite written to mr. james - a beat by jon reyes]

i heard the bass reverberate
and my eardrums were amused
finally.

and i wish
i were the one who had created it.

sound finally
music had so swiftly taken advantage
of the silence i thought i enjoyed
it was a wonder if silence was merely a canvas
for music's outbursts of rage
and melody's chance to paint
unwoven masks of flats
uncovered to really be sharps

it was such a natural progression.
i should have known.

no wonder she was able to give more definition
and it all made so much more sense
to such a sloppy image of silence i had
she was merely the open book i wanted to read
each note a page i almost skipped

in carelessness
i had forgotten that silence was just the mistake
music fell asleep and avoided her awakening at times
because then
she would be obliged to create my new day
the song of my reopened days
and my eyes blinked to the metronome
as the bass reverberated
to amuse my eardrums again

...finally.