If you need to kiss it,
If you need to kick it,
If you need to scream it,
But kiss it, kick it, scream it
If you need to leave it,
If you need to love it,
If you need to hold it,
But leave it, love it, hold it
If you need to squeeze it,
If you need to spill it,
If you need to tell the world
You've got more to you
Than the world has as of yet
Allowed you to be,
Then be it, tell it, spill it,
Squeeze it out of each instantaneous moment.
Make the juice, the jive, the jazz, the jism,
The mysticism that ism you!
Grab at the moon!
And hold the stars hot inside your head.
'Cause now is all there ever was
And all there ever will be.
So kiss it, kick it, scream it
There is something of something around us.
A something of something heard sometimes
In the sound of a single instrument at play.
There is a brilliance and a death in each note
That reverberates off the string
Into the wind, into the breath of the wind;
Like a sigh that precipitates upon our perceptions
Unnamed, unsolved resolution;
Resolution building like white cumulonimbus clouds
Above city skyline stone and steel,
Above platforms and pedestrians,
Stone walks and fountains,
Above pigeons and passers-by to be.
Building more mysteriously
Than the unseen pressure of air
That builds over idle sun porch afternoons
Where idle manuscripts
Silent so long upon a silver stand
Are suddenly overturned by
New accords of weather sounding with every breath
New rattlings, new taps of the branch against the window,
New scratchings at the door begging to be brought in.
There is something in the wind, in the music, in the loneliness
That carries us back to the beginning
To the cloud's face, to the yellow jacket's churr,
To the parting and the convergence,
To the dark red rapture within the bone's marrow.
And whatever that something is
Contained in the wind, in the music, in the loneliness,
It strains against its boundaries
To be found, to be free,
To be resolute in the storm bent bending of stems,
In the beating rapture of rain,
In the vibrations of the strings set to motion
By fingers commanding allegiance
From each of the keys as they are played
By that something of something around us.