music for the age

[sweetwater]

listening to music seems so distant
from the last incarnation when the world disappeared
and now today the sound of the butterfly on water
leaves its remembrance in auditory detail
and all the soundscapes unimagined

as for now this moment in the silent offering
of typing letters on a keyboard
becomes the music of my ears
and how the previous collection of sounds and time
has wound itself into a mass 'hurrah'