Music

My ambivalence about music
is not mine. It's an anechoic echo
from a wondering childhood
whose bicycle and library 
wore down faster
than the average record. 
I'm enjambed between rhythm
and instrumentation, a classic
engineer's son. There's math in
there. Not by design, I do not 
believe. That's not my spiritual 
zone. My tone bends more 
accidental. My stomach drums
against the breeze, the wind
section where the wood 
may creak, where the soft sound
does not speak. I wreak
words upon lightness and the squeaks 
that come out are not always
sound. I am learning, though, to like
music. And perhaps one day,
it can make me
and I it.