Kit Kelen 102 - feathers and bellows all pour

102

feathers and bellows all pour

trill and dip and throated else

squawk from a corner, pipe up

it's this place and another in them

seasons well and temper

something picked up on the breeze

or rhyme with pump or motor, saw

first sun is a song in some

all sorts of things they sing

and you'd think sun was singing too

but every star is dumb

other orbs nearby deaf rock

it's only here, in this air rings

and under the audible

so much more tune

down to the least of life

they have their riffs and runs

wings beat, or they sit out their lines

for laughter...

never sing from a score

it's the cacophone at times

and then it's sweet as dreaming

like smoke the lyric

shy to touch

words will

never catch

some parts of the orchestra ignore

wander out of the frame

it's wonderful

there's no conductor

it's time that's brought

the music out

and there's no choice

but sing