Jars of time line my chest
I am composed of a finite amount of
Rhythms
Harmonies
Messages
Though an end has yet to be found
This is how I breath
If you open the jars
Beyond the ashes that float up from the flames
Gazing into the variously colored contents
It all continues to burn
If you stare long enough into the blues and greens
Oranges and yellows
The rainbows and the greys
Take away the flame and you’ll find pieces of my heart
Sometimes a piece of charcoal
Sometimes red and beating
One day I’ll dump out the jars into a pile
Together
And start sorting the pieces
As you prepare a puzzle
Orient
Separate
Consummate
Complete at last
Like the opus I was created to be
One day
But for now I walk the long hallways of my music library
Hands behind my back as I gaze up and down the shelves
Picking various jars from their hiding places
Opening the lid
And pour in more time
To keep the flame going
To keep my heart pieces breathing
Until there’s nothing left to give
Then I screw the lid back on
Hold my breath
And surface until I can hold my breath no longer
And make another plunge
To store myself away
In the jars that line my chest