Emily Edgerly

Sound Waves

As the cadence of sound grows
                            The surge of the tide nears
                                                                Resonating under my skin.

The rhythm of eighth notes
                            Form each ripple in the current
                                                                Stabilizing a smile.

A change in octave
                           Triggers a gust of wind
                                                               Only carrying more joy.

Even an unexpected modulation
                           Pushes a parade of swells
                                                               Widening my grin.

The crescendo of voices
                           Builds up the crest of water
                                                               Thickening my pulse.

But as the harmonies begin to fade
                    The wave comes crashing down
                                        The tapping of my foot grinds to a halt   
                                                                                     Low battery.                                                                                           



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