There's a bridge somewhere, high in thought.
It doesn't lead anywhere, but it sings.
Soft songs that tickle the ears and warm the heart.
Have you heard them? Like whispers of stars above.
Sometimes I close my eyes and follow the melody...
But the path is wobbly, like jelly underfoot.
Round and round, twirling with the circles of joy.
"Hello," I say to passerby shadows, but they stroll on.
Maybe they've lost the way too?
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I build little tunes in my head, stepping stones of sound.
Like this one, forging ahead:
The bridge might be a song too.
Or maybe, just maybe, we're tuning together?