Can we really make music?
It doesn’t pull me to try
Pushing one word from aches
Five sounds from melodies I
Remember to attain their brilliance
Stay close, don’t pass my gifts so freely
The birds might not cry for a tune of mine-
Lift soft breathing from the sleeping
Air and lie within it now
I remind myself, hard, hold on
At the mercy of all this beauty
Can’t I see, pass it on must
I live by its side, stroke its
Hair, watch it leave my sight?
Again I sit, perhaps 100 times
More luck from lifting the world
Beyond her pains- thrill me
To speak change through words-
The letters of a leaking sky
Take away any strong feeling, tell
Any folk singer to stay still-
Wild roughness of rainstorms my
Fears react to change, my hopes,
My songs remain unscathed