Everywhere, sadness rippling,
ever slower, ebbing
connection, ebbing time.
Everywhere, shrinking, dying.
Everywhere deplete, engulfed
by agony, bleeding out.
Can you, will you, sing into
endless night a story
of happy children in concert
with verdant Earth?
In the free world
I don’t listen to the color of the bluesman’s skin.
I infuse the power of music.
I am, my world is, music, not just while it’s playing.
Ordered vibrations cosset me, hold like a
Names, sad biographies, personalities
grand or subdued, but delusions.
Substitute equivalent qualities, commands that
define identity. Told how to hear
or say in the way ideations,
profound or silly, are spread; day by
Sound waves from will, music imbues momentum,
who we become