Beautifully complex

Yet seemingly simple

It flows from fingers and mouths

It flows from metal and wood

It floats on the breeze

Swaying the leaves in the trees

A bow on a string

I'm six on the living room floor -

the pink album the pink album I chant -

dad puts the Supremes on the record player, the jacket handed to me -

pink, with three of the most beautiful women I've ever seen -

Noise

Every night

In my head

Noise

Every day

Swirling

Twirling

Dipping and diving

New lows and new highs

Noise

Everywhere

All the time

When their nagging talking ugh

24/7 running in my head,

not a moment of peace and constant

restlessness.

24/7 walking to a beat,

a pressurizing pulse to synchronize

every action with a piece whose name

I can't recall.

My music collection

a small window of tunes that I appreciate

songs that loosen my ties to the ground

that free me to chase the clouds

and they may not be popular

or good party music;