Clouds poetry

Muiscan w i n d o w

He plays soft keys of a grand piano
A half glass almost empty of red wine sits with him to Pretending there's an audience, sitting down the stage as not even a soul breaths like they're holding
Breaths under ocean water, for his fingers plays and dance songs that hook to every beating heart in the crowd like a fisherman hooks a fish on his rod, as his souls and his mind Drinks music his audience drowns and swims in it.
-ashes poetry