Shards of music

Shards

of notes:

strains of mournful
grey-blue wings flapping
warily towards
a quiet sky.

of refrains:

blending with a block
of singing sunlight
trapped in an 800 year old
tomb.

of tiny blades of
green grass:

newly swinging gently
to a gentle caress
as old as time.

of little mounds
of earth:

sparkling with dew
sunning themselves

upturned beauty.

of silence:
descending warmly
over disintergrating walls
of yore.

of sound:
snowing down
from your lips
melting coolly
on mine.

Music:

Dawn of pigeons
flying from us
as we laugh into
an 800 year old tomb
ensconed in silence
of a love as old as time -

the gently swaying of new grass
blades to age old breeze.