Orion drums downstairs
composes upstairs on the piano
walks back and forth between -
feet on stairs, head in a cloud
of rhythm and melody.
I am, at 2am, a leaf
on the tree of time
trying not to feel the breeze,
yelling for him to be quieter.
My son is a bird.
I call from my pillowed head -
       "I am trying to sleep!
         I have to work!"
Sometimes it's hard to close your ears.
Wind is starting to quietly roar,
as it always does.
I better get up, let go,
listen and try to write
something
beautiful.