face us

when you know for certainty
you are enough
and enough is more than
anyone would ask
you can take a step forward,
away from the amplifier backup
and the all-else excluding limelight
and you can include the rest of us

That's what he did tonight:
he included us.

is or isn't?

I make you happy, you say
but it isn't my making, is it,
your bliss?
I am who I am
and it seems to suffice

You make me sad, I think
-- and confusion steps in
with an oily crooked smile,
forced
and forceful,
it grins to me
and I would want to ask:
Is it your making,
my sadness?
You are who you are
and--
oh I don't know...
(my face is all a question mark)

Confusion says naught.

black keys

major, minor
major, minor

what a queer little tune
you've made
composed to black keys only

o fingers mine, step carefully then
not to miss my part
when we play