All of Time

The pleasure we feel in music springs from the obedience which is in it. - Thoreau

woke up this morning

music pouring in my head

a reassuring reminder that my spirit's not dead

the river was a-rising

i felt its heightening flood

everything will be fine

as long as you keep out of the mud

sing your own psalm

doesn't have to be on cue

let the song lift your soul and whisk you away

that's all you have to do

always pay attention to a man with a flying-v

open your soul and ears to see

remember that it's okay to spill a little wine

even if it happens to be for

all of time

Author's Note

"I sailed on the North River last night with my flute, and my music was a tinkling stream which meandered with the river, and fell from note to note as a brook from rock to rock. I did not hear the strains after they had issued from the flute, but before they were breathed into it, for the original strain precedes the sound by as much as the echo follows after, and the rest is the perquisite of the rocks and trees and beasts. Unpremeditated music is the true gauge which measures the current of our thoughts, the very undertow of our life's stream." - Thoreau