I would like your music.
It feels like mine, my music,
which is more a flute note,
more a slap of wave on rock
in a motionless bay,
more star-fall, seed-fall,
stem through crumbling earth,
more, a more evanescent,
vague troubling intelligent music.
I would like your music.

It sounds like mine, my music,
which is more grass,
leaves, shifting in quiet spaces,
more earth-fall, day-fall,
bird cry through miraculous light,
more, a more mindless
mindful, soft, private music.
I would like your music.