Metamorphosis by tamaya garner ©




am I awake,,,
notes drifting in low,, so,,, low
from the forest floor
s l i t h e r i n g over logs
dead from time pasted

there is something else
something,,, something like that sound of static
somewhere in the background,,,

so still the cellos notes float by 
oblivious, resistant, indifferent
to who they pass or why
they float on by

the skin on my feet have thicken
more than days or months, I faintly remember,,,,, did the notes first come
like memories surviving within the horsehair threads
every note played response to intuition
only through music do they emerge
like whispers floating in the air

I walk blind to the morning sun and the night’s moon
walking on soft decaying leaves
protects me from sharp twigs
I walk following the notes

static now turns into tapping
tapping like a finger on a window pane
attempting to draw attention without startling
tapping,,, tapping,, tapping

I raise my face to the sky attempting
to breath in fresh life, new thoughts

waterfalls gently upon my face
pooling in the pockets of my eyes
my mouth opens to release the spirits within
as I open my eyes the water floods in
like a tsunami wave

I now see the treetops
but they are underwater
birds have turned into fish
the sky is now the ocean
have I changed?
was I  larvae now metamorphosing
into,,, into,, what?
the notes I have been following are still here
only I am not following
as much as breathing them all in
they seem to be everywhere
or I am now, them
have I become the notes
that I once followed
was the cello my beacon?

now I breathe in
the life that surrounds me
I move effortlessly
with just a thought
static is now no more
for I walk on the ocean floor

january 29 2018


Inspired by the music of
Jesse Ahmann Cellist
‘cello with rain on a tin roof’




Who Would Have Thought,,,


Who would have thought,,,
that floating in a pool of contained water
might have one feel like a dead leaf 
fallen from a tired old tree

Who would have thought,,,
that skin would seem to leave one’s body
like moon dust from the nights’ sky

Who would have thought,,,,
that memories would play
like a movie reel on the ceiling
leaving you lost, dizzy, wishing to be elsewhere

Who would have thought,,,,
that the movement of water beneath our body
could transport us to another time

Who would have thought,,,
that leaving one’s physical body could be so easy
water holding us like millions of hands
feeling so secure in the weightlessness
closing one’s eyes
first gently, then as the music builds we clench them tighter
for we want to stay in that zone
we want to be raptured with its intensity
we want to stay in that memory
holding our breath
our tears mix with the salty water
screaming with no voice
why must hearts be ripped apart
what purpose would the universe have for separating us
there can be no gain
nothing that totals to better things
who, yes who, indeed

Who would have thought,,,
that our lives were just words on a page
descriptive thoughts, a fantasy created in someone’s mind
to write a tale of love
a love so full of fantasy
surly, could never be real
could it?

Who would have thought,,,
that, the meeting was chance
that, reading a name in a booklet
could strike a note that would vibrate through one’s mind and body
retracing every inch of our memory roads
thoughts create a ripple effect
soon our entire being is racing and raising our temperature
sweat streaming from our pores like rivers from a mountain
our breathing plays like distant drums
we can hear nothing but the piano keys being hit
the vibrations of the base cello hitting my chest
my ears overflowing with deafening sounds of love
two hearts fighting to break free through layers of muscle and skin
exhausted they lie tightly together almost accepting defeat

Who would have thought,,,
that a single cell would die for them
creating the smallest of opening
an opening, where both hearts would escape
holding each other so tightly they merge as one
never to be separated again

Who would have thought,,,
fantasy or memory


january 26 2018