Kit Kelen #553 - synaesthesias - tuning

553

synaesthesias

tuning

is there a way back among frets and strings?

you scribbled to where you are

so that must be the way on

who's to understand the music comes from where you are?

a doddle

least wheeze makes melodious

now and then a lightning strike must set the head on fire

and there's a concert of all limbs

and bodies thrown together

making more or else just fun

it's all play on a certain scale

you get it from the river

you get it from the sea

clouds are this way crafted

observe just how a flower says

and the whole tree's tall with the tune

birds are a twirl of infinite passage

bears a basso growl

a world is minded of a tune

and drifts into another

it's how you travel

or call a key and stave it

in every word spoken

there's some song sung

I fall a little crooked from

the odd idea of true

if one sky sings

it's ridge to ridge we come

till night by fire

then fresh sun sprung

arpeggio, glissando

stretch and bend

for feeling, hammer

fingers tending to those strings

must be mine, be yours

and then you're chordstruck

lifted up by the brush

you're in the colour then