Way High Stage

December 8, 2011
By , Shavano Park, TX
Melodies melt from my lips,
And swirl and twist and escape
Through the glass panes and the road blurs
Forever changing.

Words swing off of my tongue,
And dance and run and skip
Across my teetering steering wheel as it plunges
From left to right. Right to left.

My voice rings out like a head-first jump
And dives and swoops and cascades
With no inhibitions or stoplights to keep it from falling
Always flowing.

Here it is—the moment that I love the most
That I treasure and revere and dream of
As I sing to this infinite stretch of asphalt that listens…
My personal audience.

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