Flaunt your joy
Dig your sorrow
You have only today
Who knows 'bout morrow!

those masters of song meet up in the boughs of the sycamores
singing just the other side of the window
always a welcome sound heard as if for the very first time
-providence led me here and providence the songs of birds
each day a wonderment in mind body and soul.

the radio spills classic music today
filling the air

but at any moment fingers on dial
the music can change into almost anything

one persons song
can be
another persons
ear ache