The fog of my wants and desires
is lifting as I age.
Just stop thinking about sex—
you’ll be a sage.
You forgot something.
Reality missed it.
You dropped something in the street.
It was reality you dropped.
The reality you’ll never meet.
Was there something shiny you had
as you tripped along?
No. It was slow, voluminous, lugubrious song
and the sound of your own voice made you feel self-conscious.
Therefore the audience didn’t expect you to play.
One person stayed.
In the shadows.
And you played.
There are two things which are always new.
The way we listen to music.
And because of music, you.