there was always
music

cosmic particles
colliding
separating
and colliding again
the first notes
eventually
becoming
an endless swirl
of gaseous symphonies
until
it reached its climax
banging
a new universe
into raw
virgin
song

the galaxies
formed in ethereal rythyms
kept in time
by multiple singularities
g*d's finger
plucking out
each individual note
composing
creationism
in it's highest form

and
after awhile
music was milked
from our bodies
forced free
from our flesh
when we came alive
coming in cries
and laughter
mathematics
defining it
in abstracts
giving it
a name
carved
on clay tablets
and silicon chips
capturing
moments
floating blissfully
past our eyes

music
was always here

ask the trilobite
and the iguanadon
ask the mastodon
and homo erectus
they have each and all
sang their part
reading from
the libretto
of pangea

music
was
is
always

perhaps
after we're gone
there shall be
a requiem
or perhaps
there'll be
a swing band
hitting those notes
making gaia
jitterbug
on her axis

it doesn't matter

whether you
can hear it
or can't
it's always there
in the buzz of
the crowds
of rush hour
or the din of
a meadow
at dawn's breaking
the hiss and thump
of lifeless factories
or the hiss and pump
of two people alone
it's there

and even though
i can't carry a tune
i have it
in my heart
and foot
and hand
and eye
and mouth
music

there is always
music

always