To those on a mission
To make me hear –
I’ll only listen
With my little ears
If you can give
Me more than words,
Some sound that lives
And bucks and blurs
The lines between
What words you say
And what they mean
And what display
Of sparks and song
Can leap so high
Birds sing along
In ragtime sky
That my ears free
Themselves from head
And thought and me
And whatever said
And fly on off
With dusk and leaves
To see what soft
Sounds stars receive.