poetry by j matthew waters

to learn something by heart

there is not one sound
drifting from the speakers
placed perfectly on the wall
twelve feet apart

the room is white & wireless
and with an inner wish
you fill the air with sound
a heavy bass composition
bringing you further in
the outside sun sinking
slowly darkening the walls

a stranger appears
[perhaps your unbeknownst host]
gliding across the floor as if on ice
extinguishing the sound
via verbal command
lighting taper candlesticks
with a snap of the fingers

by way of ten thousand lumens
the walls take on the color purple
the room refilled with sound
something refreshingly familiar
something you once knew by heart

september two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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