Time

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.