ascension

what is the shape of a song
that turns me to smoke
then carries me to the sky
nothing exists by itself
music is no exception
i could hear a song
but not listen to it

i had no reference
you made me listen
then they resonate
harmonizing with my life
telling me what I already knew
these songs became more than noise
far beyond a sound they sculpt me
assuming the shape of life
a dream of soft corners
smoke ascending intertwined
nothing ever exists by itself
ascension flows skyward
as we drift in thought
and song forever