Music

As time goes mostly foreword
Soildness of spaces reenter.

Streets speak softly alongside me again,

Mostly still untethered.

As ghosts haunt the head

Distances seem planetary!

An unearthliness to you now?

The usual urgency.

New as a baby born to other music,

New conspiracies.

We have yet to accept your going on foreword 

Towards whatever it is that to us is 

Left unsaid, unwritten music.