I can’t hold the music, but the lines
Before me open like a brightened window
To a world where quick shimmers
Flash like fish, glints of growing gleams,
Limbered, swell and swing and begin to spin,
and dark shades hum steadfast and steady.
I can hear flutes sing from wrinkled verdant perches,
Cut with thrilled cobalt notes and black banded downs;
I can hear azure tones open and stars pour from horns
And into a wide-spread sky, quivering with fullness;
I can hear feathery pulsing jade, twinkling watchet-white,
Whip, flashing, green sparks glistening,
I can hear slanted shining crackles crashing through
Soaring long bars, low and dark,
And waves —
Cautious waves from deep
Corners, trembling,
Rising, rumbling,
Roaring into indigo drones:
And with heavy breath,
Bursting into echoes
Of light
