Reading the Notes

Weightless on a bike,
I travel like
the unreal quaver
playing in my mind,
leading me to forgetfulness.

I look up at the sky
and open my arms
to the blackbirds that fly-

birds,
like musical notes
on an endless sheet.
Sky is music
and so am I.

Halt me not,
let me go today-

I look up at the sky;
my eyelashes like staves,
trapping a few bird-notes.