Good Vibes

If we were to peel away our layers

of flesh and bone

If we could lift up our blood cells,

Cast off our chemistry,

And burrow beneath our neurons

What we would find us all to be

at our core

is vibration

Percussive particles that vibrate themselves into

everything that matters

is matter

colliding into molecules

that ricochet out of atoms

And for every vibration

there a voice

An instrument that transposes

oscillation into communication

For every voice

there is a story

A 3-part concerto through which

we compose ourselves

And for every story

there is a score

A soundtrack that narrates our journey

with music as evidence

that our vibrations… got soul

(you hear that?)

Our stories have heart

(you hear that?)

Our chaos has rhythm,

organized into rhythm sections

that score our heartbeats,

and footsteps, and acts of God

Timpani’s erupt us into avalanches

Djembes precipitate our rain dances

Woodwinds and Brass breathe life into romances

And re-re-remix the classical story

of love / like two instruments

from dissonant families

who combine their half notes into wholes

Where noise meets world / like

brass meets strings / like

a harp that falls for a clavichord

and takes his last name / like

young harpsichords in love

whose Frenchhorn kisses make music

Lips pressed to mouthpiece

got my valve open, son! / Like

heart strings plucking at

tethered emotions / Like

(she loves me not)

Nah, she loves me

(she loves me not)

Nah nah, she loves me

I feel the pound of her heart’s kick drum

when she hugs me

I hear the sound of her hair’s shakeras

so lovely

I see the round of angel

harp strings above me

You can’t tell me this aint love!

You know… LOVE

That feeling that makes tubas hit high notes

and piccolos play bass

So stick a tuning fork in me,

‘cause I am done!!

(Many love songs

Little real love

Hunger searching

Find it only fight for

The true love)

Match your pitch to my vibes and we become

1 - family of instruments that found each other’s A

2 - strips of cane that share the same breath

3 - feet of brass that hold our vocal cords

4 - strands of hair stretched across a hollow box

packed with vibrations that reveal our stories plot

Our bodies are instruments!

You - the untamed thrashing of Steel Drums

And you – you better pluck with passion on that cello!

And you all – brass section, with ferocity – GO!

And over here, strings – with abandon people!

With abandon!!!

And where is my air section?

Air section front and center!

You, my friend, are on air bagpipe

In the back – gimme air didgeridoo

And you people are the sob story of

12 air violins and violas …

And you sir, you better play that air guitar like it’s made of pure, hospital grade oxygen

And when you finish your air solo feel free to kick over your air amplifier, smash your air guitar on the stage, and set them both on air fire

Each flame cackling to the laughter of castanets

Each movement a journey from

point A (sharp) to B (flat)

Our bodies are instruments

From spoons to bassoons

Both bones and trombones

All washboards and clavichords

And we join forces and voices as orchestras

to give our life narration

To tell the tales of our civilizations

of trumpets and gatherers

who use Oboes and arrows

to slay sorrows and capture hearts

reverberating our connection

WE ARE ART!!

(Many love songs

Little real love

Hunger searching

Find it only fight for

The true love)

We’re composed of vibrations

that ripple and collide

Our bodies are instruments

that harness good vibes

Our cells keep our score

Our music is alive

Our voice hungers for harmony

We are symphony

We are tribe