Music, birds
death and life...

Music perished into dust
as I paused for a moment...

Write me like a poem
that the world will read...

From now on, you aught to pay attention to
a very important scene in our funny drama...

I've ran all around
the lazy wheat fields...

The poem two hundred eighty
but the first, to pen down your sunlight...

I know you carry a heart that beats with mine,
all through the days that passes you by...

Lost in my literal obsession, I pen you down
with absolute hunger to title my new book...

Something about the air tonight
ties the beats of my heart...

I wonder if you still paint your
face with novel features at...

I want a poem that
you'd sob with...

Alphabet Form, whatever it is, a club challenge...
Thanks Bob...