 The next is called Eye Music. I wrote it while I was on a train. I was looking out and I saw some telephone poles with wires going by. And I imagined this poem, Eye Music of the Telephone Wires, with music sheets, lines that rise and quiver, sway and lower along with the passing of space and time. No ears needed to hear nor any instruments to play. Eyes are the ears and the piano and the flute are the wires. An occasional pole is a drum. Here is one bold wandering wire and now five dancing high and low in turns with the rhythm of the poles. Five disappearing into one again and then a crowd overlapping quickly, then slowly. So beautiful to the eye and heart, one wonders what happens inside.