Wednesday, September 28, 2016

a year in music : ix


i'm learning slowly

that music doesn't change.

it stays the same, encased in glass,

you're the one with change.

you can go years without hearing

a favourite song

but when you hear it again--

older, rebuilt, something new--

it can suddenly mean nothing

or it can mean everything.




ii. the eye


iv. for you



viii. milk