Tears of music

Tears of music
Slipping slowly
Past the plastic hearts
That melt
Slowly melting down the sidewalk
Making patterns in the street
Silent voices of the ocean
Blindly running to the sky
Sinking down through gray cement doorways
The core of the earth in the palm of your hand
Absent minded
Sick warm treachery
Bleeding white clouds
From a spring afternoon
The rings on your fingers
The planets alligned
Assumptions
Turned on and off
With the click of a button
Knees scraped on pillows
Eyes closed
With a promise
Running your fingertips
Across the tops of the trees