The Music Is Always Confined To The Baritone

The summits
and soft crevices
of a ringing note's face
emerges

from the moonlit trench coat of
a baritone night,
legs enrobed by teardrops
of softened luminescence.

It is shoved back
into the black sky,
the music confined to
the shimmering dark eggshell of
the deep,
the baritone,

The same way
the planes of life on which we
roam rise before
falling onto the jagged despair
of blackened stone.

The storm clouds here, however, swell rosily with the pleasant shade of nascent hope.

* inspired by 'faith', an album created by 'the cure'