The Note


The note lasts as long as the breath will hold
The pitch fading in strength as it vibrates
Through time eternal and space infinite
While to the ear touch just the surface traits
Bouncing along as if there's nothing beneath
The fanfare of the frolicking movies
About the procedure of making babies

The note is a single atom of worth
Inside the layers of a singing sound
Seemingly just a pawn in a fool's game
It looks just like a bean sprout from the ground
As if there's something geology would claim
As a basis for all the things we do
Under the dome like sky painted in blue

The note does cut as well as it will join
The pieces that hold tightly to a string
The unending ambition there to please
All the brethren with softened hearts beating
Like wings of the bird that flies on a breeze
Wanting the sound to sweeten every sight
While praying as the day turns into night

Roma, 12 11 2006