justwrite 3 december

the phone is not ringing but i am listening to you and the talking the music the moon there are songs and singing can be done in color the numbers are not important now and the soup will always be hot on this channel we are the smilers of words and the singers of sleep we are the science and the art and we are we are just awake enough we are waiting for the sun to laugh at the night and say just hold on i need to take care of something first and the rainbow that happens next we are keeping the engine running but not away just ahead and your hand to hold is waving into the distance and i am coloring you with clouds and sparkling sugar with the beat the eggs scrambling all surprises into dynamic black and white static the fruit falling into the sky when the tree is about done and says go free for you are ready to fly