Disjointed Musings of a Bass Guitarist

I sit here writing music for the deaf
the kind that throbs through lung and bone
the kind not heard by ears alone.
Bass and drums pulse with life
and beat like blood beneath my hands
filling silence with wildness
and quiet with voice.

Beethoven, deaf, composed in silence
music heard inside his soul
notes that slide and roll
and dance inside our ears.

Turned inside-out music feeds
the earless souls with vibration.
The soul of air belongs to all -

...................................... music finds a way.