Notes

The white fishing boats
spread out across the horizon
A frequency, a rhythm
monotonous melody

The seagulls float in constantly changing array
notes that won't stay still like those on the page

Some of the music I make
utilizes the even tone row
little spots of black where my fingers can dance
making spritely tunes

But the vast majority of my songs
float like the gulls
form and reform and disappear
Ghostly jigs and reels amidst the winged congregation