Music doesn’t exist. Ask
Any cat or turtle. When
You feel it, you can stop asking.
They’ll think you’re a comedian.
Sometimes it’s music, sometimes it’s
A foal, or a cloud, or
A cubic nanogram of space.
What marvels, what a semaphore.
Mice scuttle about looking for shade.
They know they are afraid but
They do not know about the sun.
When you know about the beech nut
Tree, you see that it is a shadow
Cast by light vaster than
A galaxy. You shake off
The drops of rain, your steps span
To artist from orangutan,
And when you open the book, the letters
Float and you float after them,
In the spirit of your betters.
Yaacov David Shulman