Skip to content
Linespedia

Tune for Julie

By sweetbrother

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

She wants to play musicuntil she diesand I can hear hereighty years away from nowstill blowing joyful changeslike some rambunctious child; she isa soloon the soprano hornblistering across the skylike sudden summer lightningor flitting across your consciencenesslike some restless birdnever to be capturedHer passions and compassionare soft blue notes,bending round the corners of your mindcoming around to surprise youon the other side of your perceptionsShe likes to dancelike no-one's watchingwild and playfulcausing you to wonderif she will evertumble back to earthor take flight across the rooftopsof her staid and sleepy townand let the tune of her imaginationhaunt you, through all your years Written November 2nd, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 12:16 AM PST   0 • 14

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"She wants to play musicuntil she diesand I can hear hereighty years away from nowstill blowing joyful changeslike some rambunctious child; she isa soloon the soprano hornblistering across the skylike sudden summer lightningor flitting across your consciencenesslike some restless birdnever to be capturedHer passions and compassionare soft blue notes,bending round the corners of your mindcoming around to surprise youon the other side of your perceptionsShe likes to dancelike no-one's watchingwild and playfulcausing you to wonderif she will evertumble back to earthor take flight across the rooftopsof her staid and sleepy townand let the tune of her imaginationhaunt you, through all your years..."

Attribution & Rights

Author:sweetbrother

Source:AllPoetry

"She wants to play musicuntil she diesand I can hea..." by sweetbrother

For usage rights, copyright concerns, or to report an issue with this content, please visit our Copyright & Report page.

Related lines

"She wakes in still, wee hours in an ancient house that groans in restless sleep Just outside her window she hears the low sound of a breeze wrestling with the boughs of trees and nuzzling the surface..."

"I watched her dance on Beale Street, her long hair flipping in the breeze, slender limbs in constant motion as if worked by puppet strings in the hands of laughing gods I had seen her, just that day,..."

"Twenty-Second Streetgleams outside the windowcaffeinated musiccrushes the earthe young and beautifulchatter and relaxthe scene is all the way liveI am all the way aliveDupont Circle's ghostsdon't foll..."

"I see a young woman in a garden with sturdy, patient hands that nurture fragile growing things I see her eyes watching a chrysalis about to burst with life, then, the unfolding dewy wings of a delica..."

"She is a festival for my mind and eyes; I drink each drop of her satisfied, but wanting more I struggle to keep up with the quickness of her and the quickness of my pulse around her; she doesn't know..."

"She was my butterscotch flavored dream until she dreamt of me Then, I was her target for a river of abuse and I took it just so I could be close to her And now I see her, randomly on a subway train ..."

sweetbrother

About sweetbrother

Full Bibliography
Continue Reading

"She wakes in still, wee hours in an ancient house ..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.