The image emerges worming
From within the timbre of sound
Like a tumbling lottery ball
Coddling its own
As family photographs
whose aquiline nose
And thick, wavy hair,
Identify the image of the
Instrument that sounded it
Holographic and
Multidimensional with biography
And spec sheet
Clearly labeled, a
Discounted price tag...
It chirps its call
And memory reconstructs
From its dusty annals a
Tested and catalogued entry
Duly noted
For true value and reliability
Producing this sound from its shape
It leaks and rides the air
Feather current ripple
purple martin
Secret code,
Whisper…
Spoken
From a machine that talks
With its own accent
And given a tongue
To speak the common language
And sing with warbling grasses
And chirping wood
But appear in the mind
Whole and complete
Like animals
For an artist's stroke
Makes them purr
And paints a picture
Even greater than itself
Or the nature that
Held it dormant
Waiting to be fashioned
And put to work
To do its part
To fill the void
And live again
Inside my head
