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Counterpoint

It’s jazz — a pliable staff for consensus melody, with note clusters–something to play with on the edges.  My music friends don’t see it, pity.  It seems so clear….

My brain waves to a different tune
I am counterpoint to you

I can hide in 5/4 time
If I keep the down beat down

My range stretches past your pleasant
so we’ll stay closer to home

I have 12 tones to a key
See me blind the offending four

We can be lovely without taking note
without staff, known key or rest

This is the weave of our singing
all I can’t hide through all you can’t hear

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