November morning … .

Tresillian  Horse-Chestnut

I sit before the keyboard
like a composer at a piano;
flexing my thoughts
like fingers,
seeking the unheard sequence of notes
from the mind’s silent symphony.
A chaffinch trills in the November rain;
breaking the silence of this reverie.
The sound lingers,
like the slow-falling leaves,
as the rain falls
and drips from the eaves … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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