My House Hooked Sun
in my house of music I prepare my songs to sing to lift up hooking a smile in minds, for in this doing, I me growing into being the great bright sun for in this light to be the see I shine In my house of music I hang melodies from ceiling beams like glowing lantern fruit, hear me preparing songs to sing themselves alive inside the mouths know strangers. Hooks curve through air catching fish hook smiles, gold looks from deep oceans of mind. In tune my drums heartbeat weather, stretching vowels like silk across moonlit speakers, dancing basslines jump up tingling along thy spine until boom beats bopping breathing together. In this doing I grow. Not upward only, yet outward, solar. I become the great bright Sun, vinyl fire spinning through nervous systems, light tasting its own reflection in the eyes of the crowd. For in my mind I finally am to be is the sea of sound self, rolling wave over wave through the dark singing bold into light.