See the Face ?

See the face in the doodle tree?

See something in music?

A room too big, too still

Without it?

Some piece of faith:

A life, not quite, without it?

A little silver-black,

Feather-light melody-memory;

As simple, as inevitable

As falling.

Green at the eve –

The kind that

bends straight lines –

Green at the finish:

We’re not expecting people

Any more.