music

music 
cannot be
calculated 
even you're as 
cunning as a cat
laying plans like a 
military strategist


I can't 
measure the
growing that swells
in my chest when I 
reach out to your
birdsong 


and how
my sing hearts 
and no you can't 
put a price on hands
that call each other
to rub away the
void 


you're not
ready to know this