Matt Sadler
Faint Music


Maybe you need to see music
with your eyes, waves of notes

bending in the wind like wheat,

some crazy doppler of palm leaves
curving their sad cello.

A plywood box full of holes is an instrument

for the box stomper. So what else?
The news, that laser eye

on misery, its staccato ticker

a high-hat of destruction. The wine

green bottle of Jazz
for intellectuals who need an excuse.

Your neighbor’s bicycle, white, too short

for its rider, hanging regardless
in the barn from a ceiling hook. A music

of not being used for its purpose.

Just look around and that’s everywhere.

Which is not to say
it’s not beautiful.