We explain the world to ourselves through song.
The explanations help us get along,
although at times we know we get them wrong.
We register the world in melodies
that soar above our troubles and their trees.
We slow march duples, then we waltz in threes.
We vivify our world through piping tunes.
Wherever Jagger or Fitzgerald croons,
the clouds are prinked with colorful balloons.
Through song we organize our world of sound
and sonify our space from sky to ground -
our home, our womb, our grave, our lost and found.
And what we know through song is all we’ll know
from when we come until the time we go.