I won't run behind music
No. Not along him.
Not behind him as well.
Instead I will travel on
Upon my own path.
And will jam along
Those that will come my way.
The paths by which
I will pass
The rivers and forests
The trance, the crowd.
I will jam with the rustle
Of leaves and footsteps
And dance to the rhythm
Of wild windchams
And race along with the horses
Listening to the intensity
And jump from cliffs
To gain depths
And slide through those
Porous ancient walls
And understand the way
Air produces sound.
With them all I will jam along
Not one, not limited
But music, the universal sound.
