The Spirit of Music



The sad satyr

blew his magic

thru the night.


It sang in the wind, the trees,

and thru me.


The earth's soil was

shag carpet.

Wet & moist

    & comforting

Ready to engulf me.


The trees whispered this

was the night to meet

the spirit of music.

It ran the darkened woods

Dancing all around me

like primordial banchees with

painted bodies & masked faces.

Calling & calling determined

to raise the hairs on my neck.


This night all creatures

unveiled their secrecy of

sound unto me.


The sky as blue as Zeus' eyes

and the stars shining on -

a zillion famously bright souls

Burning in the night.

My desire to live, to love &

fuck more alive than ever.