Muscle Poems

As it is his personal creation,

An individuated music

That sounds like no other

Has justifiably replicated.

An ensemble in one person

Original in sound, as well as subject matter.

Distinctly inspiring with its innocence.

No message, no polemic, nothing without fire.

Adhered to firmly,

None Other than

Life affirming, an alternative

Offered up to us.

No ego, no genre

Composed self consciously

Originally, a safety drama.

A teacher’s work is never done.

A symphony mastered heroically

The risk it is

To put his ideas and artistry

To fulfill the thirsty

Out there, in today’s need for the merciful

And try everyone, to cooperate.

Pulling it together, all by himself.

Monumental in its

Emotional risk,

Undergoing intense vulnerability

That is not always rewarded back to him.

But he has a painful dexterity

To be more than the half he believes

In his character

To assess, start over,

Try again.

He is not static

He is constantly

Working within.

I’m troubled, he’s perfect

The music in us both yearning.

 

Transitions in his music fly

Translations from the Elohim.

Playing the entire game

On his sole instrument with poignancy

And when he smiles purposelessly.

Advanced musician, Amen,

Leaps and licks ahead

He never sees that he is being seen.

Lonely I perceive him to be

His inner life romantic and rich

With Love,

Underneath,

Keeping steady an impossible beat

His mind fed with

Thoughts and plans, escape routes

For this impossible man.

He has the energy,

He subtlely craves the freedom,

To relinquish his independence,

And live along the same lines with me.

All his life, he’s  decided he could go without

For a little more time

He can survive

Character, maturity, growth—sure.

Closer to God than I’ve ever

Seen before.