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