if i stop thinking
about the one i love
if i forget
about today’s worries
yesterday’s hurts and
tomorrow’s projections

if i remember
my true self
folding in all the
distended
fragmented
wrinkled
twisted
stretched and
chaotic spaces. . .

it occurs to me
the song would end

yet, something about this place
wants always
the new melody
a different tuning
tempo
time signature
arrangement or
orchestration

it occurs to me
i am the conductor
composer
and every musician
every audience member
perspective
perception
orientation
every note
and reverberation

i am the song
the universe
loves to sing