MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Divine Instrument’

stop wait
now slowly
ever so slowly
move to the rhythm
of a handpan

celestial sound
coming out of
that precious ufo
shaped instrument
blissed

exploding inside
healing the cells
in the place of music
divine melody
in sync

stagnant energies
leaving the body
fresh new air
filling the lungs
alive

staying present
in this minute
experience
cheerful joy
vibrating

peace

MORNING POETRY -‘Playful’

hearing yourself

if your body
was a musical instrument
which one
how do you sound
do your thoughts repeat
who plays it