Refraction

Refraction

On sunny days,

It's the first thing you see.

It's the light held in the harp strings.

It's the red, the blue, the clear.

It's the way that these vibrate

With a sound bright, rich and mere.

It's resonance and refraction,

It's sound and glory and light.

In daytime it's a rainbow,

A concert late at night.

Eine kleines nachtmusik,

It sounds simple, but its not.

Sapiophiles and Sappho, both so very hot.

On shady days, consoling,

With watercolour blues

The music seems liquid, and takes on new hues.

Mozart was a genius, Albert was too.

What Jin spoke through them

Through time and distance, to you?

How is it that the song live-played

Is never the same song twice?

One day infused with fire

One day as slick as ice?

I believe music comes to life

Through a kind of alchemy.

Your song becomes my song

Though I sing it differently.

Though it resounds through our ribs and bones

Though you hear it

Feel it,

Live it,

True.

My song becomes your song,

As it refracts from you.