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