Your Art


like a jolly laughter
between fast friends
I’m in the air

I’ve lost track
of starts and ends
I’m everywhere

your art is denser
than any woe
I’m not alone

I’ll take my time
before I go
I’m with my own


The Listener

in a cool, dark room
quiet, tinted blue
a song was click-played
obscure and new.

the listener
anxious to be impressed
did not fully
in the ordeal invest;

with critical ears
and hands of decree
the song stopped too soon

another song
was then given go
as the listener
checked the window,

this one was beautiful
and uplifting of soul
for impatient hands
had left the control.