2006/disrupt

In my disrupted life,
it’s been months since
I’ve played the music
I always play while
I write.
Morning music I call it,
the same each day
it tells my cells
where they are,
what to do.
There have been times,
looking out across
a cityscape,
or a cornfield
or at someone crossing
the street
I’ve thought how much grander
it would all be
with the right sound track.
Music makes a movie.
They say that’s where we are,
in God’s movie.
With no star on the door,
no pampering.
It’s up to us to do our own
make-up and wardrobe,
set design, and direction.

7/16/06