It was all in my head
01/16/08 07:08 AM
| Up ChucksI dreamt music. I heard music but I didn't dream. I took the music to bed and it kept my lover awake. I took my music to the couch and it and the dog kept me awake. I dozed, and rolled and tangled in the wires that kept the silence at bay. I woke and languished in the sonics that kept the dreams at bay. It was all dreams not black and white. It was all dreams not in multifarious color, it wad dreams recreated and reshaped by Tangerine Dream. It was travel at the speed of light it was, it was gentle and serene, it was motion and emotion, it was concern and terror. It was transport away from all thoughts of the here, it was respite from the actual; and the now. It was four and a half hours of deep immersion into synthesized, computerized, mp3 stream of unconsciencenous, syncopated escape. It was 70 songs out of 107, without a word spoken, it was a favorite artist, it was my night last night. It was time standing still for a spell. It was a spell.
I dreamt music
Arm of a couch,
Breath of a dog,
Cocoon of a quilt,
Presence of damp log,
Glow of an LED
Tail of a cat
Rotations over lasers
Second pillow for a hat.
A Tangerine spell
cast inside my head
the music contained
on a couch for a bed.
I dreamt.
I heard Music.
"I dreamt music"
"I didn't know if I could play. I remember lessons. I don't know if its me or Tyrell's niece."
"You Play beautifully."
Chuck Pace © 2008
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