The Music In My Head

I like to stay up late at night reading

In a one-half lotus, past midnight in my bed

I like to walk out early in the morning

In the scented woods and, and listen to the music in my head

The music in my head

Please don't misunderstand me

I promise you I'm not crazy

When I get the blues I wait for my muse

To turn up the sound and save me

I like to listen to the sounds of August

When a thunderstorm drums distant timpani

With the cicadas droning just like sitars

In a raga which the wind accompanies

Birdsong stereophonic

Creates inner ear elation

The wind chime plays pentatonic

And fills me with inspiration