The Nature Of Chains
He writes a song.
Somebody listens.
Hears it,
Likes it.
Someone takes it
To his body-brain
And hums it,
Learns it,
Goes into the world and sings it.
Loyalties
Bring royalties.
And when the royalties
Have run
Their time,
The melody –
It’s rhythm, rhyme
Stays on infecting and connecting.
Almost never done
And finished with:
The chain.
© The Nature of Chains 4.9.2008
Nature Of & In Reality; Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 