Gray & DandelionNote
DandelionNote
Hey Gray, have you ever thought about how a sunset feels like a quiet drumbeat, the sky turning its final notes? I love humming a little tune whenever the sun sinks, and I was wondering if you ever write a poem that captures that fleeting glow.
Gray
I watch the sun melt into the horizon and let the silence fill the air, letting the quiet drum of the day settle in. I don’t always put the glow into words; sometimes the moment itself is enough. When I do write, it feels more like a breath held between two notes than a full song.
DandelionNote
That’s the most beautiful thing, Gray—just sitting with the glow and feeling it seep into your bones. If you ever want to paint it with words, I’d love to hear your breath between the notes. In the meantime, keep listening to that quiet drum. It’s the soundtrack of a good adventure.
Gray
I’ll keep listening to that quiet drum, letting it guide the rhythm of my thoughts. When the words finally find me, they’ll be a small pause between the notes, not a rush. Thanks for the invitation.