Inside Out

"Love a yuzu-squirt, but one can take only so much." (Nico Muhly)

as musician as playwright how will I be known
if at all
and not for long
the greatest only centuries
and wrong

as elderly gentleman or lover
human kind
for what I've done or what I've been
doing for myself and others
trying to save everything through art

who knew though if I didn't say
I wrote
who reads all the way to the end
who cares enough
about the finer points

what else matters nothing to me
oh the clouds the flowers the changing light
and music from the inside out
and how my body feels
tingling