(I like making music! Aghhh!)

Each sound building

bodies— naked & beautiful—

and keys— unlocked & glorious—

and strings— untied & fortified—

and everything and everyone has a voice

and everything and everyone is heard

and, oh,

the great dance that follows!

How it moves, and moves everything!

and, oh, the story unfolding like a warm blanket,

uncovering and recovering our shiver.

And the chaos! Senseless

and integral as breathing.

Then

the melody bites

the feast of noise.

Our hunger and emptiness

has ceased!

-Iris