August 2000
Letter 18
For Keith Jarrett

                   What I do is transform energy into music.
                                                                                        Keith Jarrett
 

 

It's almost a perfect
disease, but then which
is not?
                               It's
the universe
                                calling, it's
the rainstorm on picnic day
FORCING YOU INSIDE.

It's the melody
                at night
                         with you.

A gesture
                unveiled
delinquent, smoke
getting in your eyes
it's not a metaphor.

Whisper Not your current
status, your rendered
                 inaccessible.
  
                             Bleed
for us your perfect
disease, your gift.
And let our medicine
            BE
      your music.


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