You fit the mood, mood sizes you up
Self reflection can't help but notice
Tea leaves, their curious spread
Along walls of the paper mug
You play music, music plays you round
Intonation and deliverance and inflection its bread butter baked
Over the pan music looks for an audience,
Smile reviews are in
A few hurry past
Pennies clog the ears or color how the mug presents the arrangement
It's not everyone's taste nor should it be
Some no music is best
Leave it to environment to lay out the picnic or fast away the reserves
When I was a child yesterday
When I was a baby when I listened to mother's heartbeat before I was born
Tumbling in time's tummy
You imagine being a note digested
Melisma breathes spirit to the flute or more primal throat
We're just humming, la de da echoes alongside the neighbors boom box
The mood not static
The dictionary cauldron stirs
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