proper song

“Because music, as an art form is essentially playful.”   – Alan Watts, Life is Not a Journey

sliding arms and gesturing

with the classics –
connect the passing pauses,

bubbling in scaling riffs
as a refrain tunes in. people work

from black notes and bathroom-made hums;
they’re imagined as powerful slurs

like bright autumn leaves and
old souls dancing. i have always liked

seeing cotton chords hanging
beneath Apollo, spilling

moments all over the stage floor
slipping into its stream – and still,

relive a conductor’s final touch
that misplaces with revered purpose

into its primary taste, sweeter than ever.

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