Sunday, May 29, 2011

i'm new here

two versions
of the same song

could it be that twins
are as convergent
and divergent as this?

could it be that music
was never meant
to emerge from one mouth
one pair of hands

that in its
own telling of the story of itself
it knows no map
to define its journey

follows no signposts
that don't lead away from itself

this song

the words of a man
sung by a man
acccompanied by a man

tell the story of the space
between who we are
and who we wish to be
and then of how
those places
are inseparable

my love to gil's family and friends and admirers who felt his wings as he flew away yesterday

with credits to "smog".