Close your eyes and open your hands:
See through aperture & nocturne, invented sands-
With the glistening shorelines of imagined lands,
This, my ten minuet creation, foregone of all plans...
Is perfect in itself, alone(ly) it stands
so
Clear in my minds eye, contrived through my hands
...is this a contemporary tapestry?
with threads sewn into strands?


Or is it a song-  melodic and pure

verse chorus refrain- all sung strong and sure

with my keys and strings and drums and things; Ill

make pretty noise
over which I might sing.