this one note

Bill Frisell

bending a string

through light distortion

offering to the Muse

his aural veneration

this one note

could stop an army

could win a Grammy

could melt a stone heart

could empty a music hall

and fill the surrounding countryside



crickets and fireflies

lighters waved high

tiny flames flag

the gentle breeze

seat of jeans soaked

on grassy hills

slick with thin drizzle