Looking at my hands.
Resting on the keys.
Index ‘f’ and ‘j’.
I can feel the dots.
Laptop makes a line
from left to right knee.
Horizontal blinds.
Vertical doorway
Diagonal stairs
point the way to bed.
Horizontal lines
also on her shirt.
But those lines bunch up
at her shoulder’s curve.
Straight lines can’t compete
with those human ones.
What makes this a beautiful song:
1. Five-note melody.
2. Just one instrument.
3. All those background birds.
Recommended listening activity:
Letting sadness go.