So Much

[Verse 1]
So much sings
With stillness beside the point
On the late great planet Earth
What do your silences anoint?

[Verse 2]
If not the dogeared pulp devotions
If not the dust upon your shelf
If not the slow, unpeopled poem
Where nothing ever means itself

[Verse 3]
If not the trees who think us fugitive
If not the piano calling out for a tune
If not the square, spare, truth of a dare
If not never, then why not soon?

[Verse 4]
I wonder as I watch the sidewalk glistening
Neighbors wave on the way to Royal Farms
Like children, there is listening
There is breeze in forest arms

[Verse 5]
And yes, to each their pet
And yes, to each applause
To him my hogtied silhouette
To her my wired jaws

[Verse 6]
So much sings with stillness
With no need for a name
On the late great planet Earth
What does your silence reclaim?
What does your silence reclaim?
What does your silence?
What does your silence?