and I

Kiss  

(“And I’ll be wise hereafter

And seek for grace.”  

Caliban)

In the swimming pool calmly

rippling the water

in the music of water;

in the music of air

by  warm walls

in the green shade of evening;  

in the music of colour

in the garden

of labyrinthine flower;

in the music of memory

under a parasol on a red beach,

from your resting body; 

from contours under skin

in music from cold stones in the stream  

in the slatted shade of a soundless room 

And where else not

In a multiverse of sounds

Without number?