Capoed

The air is sweeter. Thinner too.

You mostly smile here more; the muscles stay poised with the memory not so old.

Outside of these heavens, the world is still surely singing. There are lilts just every once or twice, but all you have to do is turn an ear and the 'sss' of the groomers melt it away.

And maybe that's why my melodies are so elusive. Beyond beyond reach, like something that was never there at all.