gatiuski

Trumpet Player

In a darkened room 

The somber sounds 

Of a dorian scale

Majorly fills the space

 

And he, in his solitude, 

Holds the golden power

That in between these bluish hues

Rumbles violently in my ears

 

My heart

Thumps to the beat

Of his brassy rush

That so flatly Squeaks 

His secrets into my soul

 

And the Marlboro musk 

That I so guilty love

Has me falling deeper

Into this musical hypnosis