All my concerts had no sounds in them;

they were completely silent. People had to make up

their own music in their minds!

                               Yoko Ono
the mathematician's signature

on note shaping: an audiograph
Debussy's canvas chords, Bart?õk's

construction of a swimming cul-de-sac
SchÀÜnberg expressing the mind &

Malipiero with intuition & sanctum

                      Who Knows Where The Time Goes?

                    Fairport Convention]
each melody an epiphany, pu shih

provoking excursions in the past

        [96 Tears, ? & the Mysterians]
partnerships: the tempo & metre

an emotional archaeological dig

      [Sin City, Gram Parsons]
the time you slipped on oil

& couldn't walk for weeks

               [Rumble, Link Wray]
when you couldn't find the words

to kiss him & the night was Miro

            [I'll Keep It With Mine, Bob Dylan]
those evenings when you wondered what life

would be if you were something else

           [Let It All Hang Out, The Hombres]
finding out someone was not telling you

everything & somehow you let it slide

                [Over and Over, Neil Young]
that moment when you ended everything

with a painted sign, maroon cherries & a mixed tape

       [So Long Babe, Lee Hazelwood]
soon: when all things = cut sounds of new

& you, you selling your past

lump sum in second-hand stores