wherever I may roam
in my place it’s so quiet
I can hear them performing upstairs
to an empty venue
reciting words or strumming chords
leg wrestling or listening to music
or simply adjusting
sitz bones on wooden chairs
outside their windows
a modest breeze animates life
young leaves sway slowly
keeping time with wooden
and ceramic and metallic chimes
while arms reach out and stretch
to catch a moment in time
one by one they escape
down the patchwork trellis
their voices hushed and excited
pitching a new game where
they scatter off forever and a day
only to reconnect back upstairs
whenever least expected
february two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Love the movement and sounds in this, John – the final stanza filled with life and longing and hope – really beautiful
Thank you so much for your support, encouragement and comments, Kathleen!
This is excellent poetry. Impressive.
Thank you very much, Dee.
Painting pictures with poetry!
Thanks so much, Millie – nice to see you back visiting my little poetry world.
lovely, esp “while arms reach out and stretch
to catch a moment in time”
Always a pleasure having you visit here, Melanie…thank you for commenting on this piece.