music floats like a leaf on a pond.
lazily spinning in an eddy of sound,
it belongs to that moment alone.
there are no good moments it seems
to unveil a new song.
they stare back at me and scowl.
they don't want to be released.
they don't want to leave the pond
or their tiny ripples that blend into the air.
but here they come... for whom?
i cannot say. i loved making them
and i'm thankful for each inward journey
but they can't please everyone
they're not built like that.
there are errors and landmarks
that some will cringe at.
with only hope to assure me
that maybe someone might say
yes
