Silent the note holds the refrain
Poised at the ready the air becomes taught
Milliseconds drawn tight as a knot
Hooked on the line like a fish that is caught

Breaking the mold the movement begins
Rushing emotion floods into tears
Beauty and sadness turn round again
Toiled, exposed, upends the fears

This is where life starts and will stop
Raking the leaves of a destined door
Flip the bottom and it's now the top
Engage it endlessly down to the core


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.