Mirrors (Continued)...

There are melodic notes playing, brightly radiating and piercing
Through my chest at its narrows beating down through my ceiling
The shapes smeared from dreams drifting and covered in smoke
Millions of notes, like rain circles in puddles pouring from canary
A sound has matured, from a varietal and a square of re-used blue
This silver throat striding on in the echo assiduously serenading
Only to flinch under the glittering coloured hail of your harmonies
I cannot capture anything euphonious to reflect the gold of your song