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.