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