I hear the music of another spectrum

Vibrating on an inner ear

I cannot break it into the plain dimension

Or set it singing in the air

The notes intense move through me

Like the stream flows through my fingers

Like the torrent takes my breath.

Can you not hear the wild music

The wild burning music

And so I hear and feel and cry

While symphonies of tone and touch rush through my mind

It brings pain and intense pleasure

Sometimes a voice translates a measure

I scribe it down

The flame of it expires

But when the singing moves on to another band

I can read the bit I captured and remember –