The Music In My Head

I like to stay up late at night reading In a one-half lotus, past midnight in my bed I like to walk out early in the morning In the scented woods and, and listen to the music in my head The music in my head Please don't misunderstand me I promise you I'm not crazy When I get the blues I wait for my muse To turn up the sound and save me I like to listen to the sounds of August When a thunderstorm drums distant timpani With the cicadas droning just like sitars In a raga which the wind accompanies Birdsong stereophonic Creates inner ear elation The wind chime plays pentatonic And fills me with inspiration