Life is a swirl of colors sweeping by,
slowly then quickly, brightly then darkly
Life is the twirl of notes floating high
flowing then jagged, legato then -
Life is a careful dance, a dangerous balance
spinning, spinning, almost tipping
sweeping rapidly, bending gracefully
all upon the tip of a toe, ready to slip, ready to fall.
How long can I keeping going,
spinning and swirling,
before I start to fall?
How long can I see colors moving
glowing and dimming
before I become blind?
How long can I hear the invisible music
that jazz played into poetry
before I settle deaf?
How long can the acrobat stand upon the line?
strings fall apart.