Muse

I went out for a walk

Gazed at the stars

Listened to the crickets

Stood there quite a while

I knew you were hiding somewhere

Between your summer and my fall

 

I sat there waiting

Cool as wet grass under moonshine

Then threw a rock into the fresh water

There came a bass “ouch”

And accompanied the soprano pipistrelles

I threw one rock after the other

The whole night accompanied me in a choir

For your godly sleep, a lullaby only

 

I will find you one day

Put my poetic hands round your shoulders

Then squeeze and squeeze until you confess

Which was first: the word or music