hollow strings ring out
in circles
from the bass player’s hand
drifting
if the sounds are strong you can see them
if the colors are vivid you can hear them
language beyond breath
it reminds me of summer
i think she will like it

she cries like a song
she speaks like
guitar strings
one thought
at one
time

drum
drum

a flute flutters over the drum
looming over and crashing
until
silence
an adagio sullen voice
rising
melancholic
like a bird in the sky
there are some
in the clouds
raining down drumming
on rooftops

it
everything
falling down and
invisible
it
swift and iridescent
spark
left left on the back
tak tak tak
like a triangle
meridian
north of here
across boundaries

and it ends with a clatter