The Music of the World

thoughts on current events, the natural world, flavors, sounds, etc.

Notes fall
Five branches
Leaves that once held color
Will be grasped again by
Soft hands warming in the spring air
Teeth flashing, eyes dancing, sun blinding
I dance and there are tulips
Red bell peppers tomatoes jalapeños whose sharp notes
Slip into my grasp next to flats
Pause
Repeat a day of sun shining daisies whispering
The crowning note a b flat
I dance and there are birds in the morning
Singing sweet treble for me
Doors open and the soft patter of rain
I smell sage and flowers
I hear crickets play
e, f, g, a, bees land on my flower crown
Water crashes down streams to fill our river with sound
I hear rain, a cascade of voices
I dance and there's a symphony
Car tires, engines pumping
Discord e-minor
Tenor while
California burns

Brussels cries

My sweet little bird is the last one before she dies