song for music

pop the bass

line cord slap

a rhythm pulled

spun off fingers

a measured silence

into sound mosaic

(i stood there dancing

it moved me)

such a note, a beam, waving

restless through the air

it spoke

in movement, shifting

sullen vibrations, over

cyclic pitches, a

tone

words about difference

strewn with abandon

makes us think, gesture

get angry, move mail boxes

dash out of answers

still thinking

this sound

as median

a combination of

makeshift, folk filtered

fast fusion imagery

postmodern, un-order

indie message melody

new noise, novafunk

art

(and this too moves me)