Music, sweet music plays its instruments
filling these caverns of glass and steel
a giant bowl of melody's bubbles sloshing
until the swing of rhythm walks and reels
each bypassing person made whole
with bass, fiddle, guitar and peak mandolin

Music, sweet music dreaming a tune
bringing together musicians, ants to sugar
each grain full of heart's energy, swoons
interludes exhale to breath resurgent
whining, tunning up, plucking old timey
song and prance to cort generous chiming

Sweet music's music, strolls through, lofted
making way's sway to new combinations
singles and couplets, thrum out, turn softest
slow then at pace, not race, in syncopation
no humdrum here but humming and druming
you're invited, incited to join in this strumming

-cec

This next bullet might discharge the beast —
then to rest on milked laurels and cookies
but dicey chaos intervenes again with least
to cleave and slake the work as rookie

It's back to tabla rasa then, chalk in hand
create a sketch that slate will rend
don't fret the rains that may decend
and wash away these scribbled ends

It may be dud or bulls eye projectial
it be far from the fruits of forced labor,
the bee does not dance but for dialectal,
by fickle chance, be free, with serendipity's favor

-cec