Material music hardens, takes form

chanting of a world disassembled

invoked by the remote song of a bird

that once was. Harmony perspiring 

from feathered body matter – knowing 

eyes listen to past life encoded

in petrified shapes. Art

a futile attempt like science

to grasp the past, mesh it

into the present – regardless

eyes to come

will decipher melodies

of winged choirs soaring above

inscribed on rock surface.