Summer Night (It Sounds Like)

I need music no cage no hard ruled lines

sound to flow like liquid bees

on cool blue wings over fretful fingers

whispers almost bitter on trembling lips

there slips the shadow of unbidden melody

as deep and clear and lava-slow as growing old

this sound-specific healing sways us

we the old and low among the granulated rabble

of some sort of song sung only to test the tired or dead

artificially wrung out of digitalism and cool fun

It is promptly shredded painlessly

an easy sacrificial wave to the cheap seats

what is any of this noise if not just data sets

specific points of plotted frequency at x or y degrees

no heating needed timbre simulated at dot dot wavelength

to all fall like slush, icewater, chinks of plexiglass bits

onto my head and down my back chilling legs and filling shoes

math rock, classical sure, folk pop blues choose whatever

kick the jukebox in the guts maybe somebody will care one day

who knows who sees what time scrubs clean

long after you leave the scene

magic is man-made by melody and breath and mind and soul

cynic, get out of my home this is a spell of rest

and quiet breath and can only be cool

with heart directed softly, eyes closed

thought that sinks through fading dreams deep you feel it

I feel it I think I feel it the same again like you, like them,

now it comes thank fuck it comes on and we are

Invisible flecks of light washed out and curling currents

so sudden we are quiet in the mirror realm

subaqueous stillness of an unconsciously and deliciously selfish sea

blissed-out grinning grown-up children always now never then or soon

pray forever to who or whatever let us stay here never-ending

in this vast shared moonlit singing ocean the warmest waves

move you that way and encourage you to cry and laugh inside

with pure wracked relief

this much unlimited love pouring from easy truth so much real feels

despite empty threats powder puff monsters

lurking stains from long ago dread worn lines unfold the old repetitive pain

it struggles to stay afloat in this dream

my mind just too strong out here for any of that shit

held in supple liquid arms, the deepest place we always need

but never get to see out here unless shipwrecked or high

safe, now, all your friends alive again

smile turns sleepy diving to depths of rhythm

last thought had by the rescued self was gratitude

for finding me in the end after everything

and a secret thrill, gently kissing the night on its parted lips