another youth reflected and imagined
musician made moved marvelous
woolly wrap heard loved hoped
listening then as now tasting
rhythm vibration harmony
it is me i tell them
then and there and ever where
bouquets of ears looking
nectar oozing finding
beating fast hot white and sleight
and those drums they do not
stop their rambling building pumping
lose their screaming popping withering
end their chilling ceasing crumbling
find their breaking baking bubbling
until the time has come
did come will come
to create again
and then we all will circle
and deliver unto us once more
time.
