Music

Mairead Maley

 

A soft and pure oscillation, 

Neck twisting and shuddering,

Waves bouncing towards my ear.

My breath heaves,

Pillowing mattress expelling golden air.

I cough and panic comes out,

Soft purrs of strings on hair.

My thoughts race through my head

Straight past the nerves in my fingers,

Pushing against my brow,

Brushing my face to cotton.

My eyes seem to bulge,

Reflecting drops like crystals

Who knew chords could crack bones?