The Listener

can you understand a listener?
what a listener does, the purpose
to place in the mind, the purpose
to make space in the heart for art
the caring of taking the time for art
for the artist, I am doing my part
a song maybe fleeting but not to me
I make my home in songs to belong
there is nowhere I would rather be
a good song can set you free ask me
like the clicks and buttons I use to
turn on to, to live through what I do
I preserve the open oneness, I do
I always make it new, I want to hear it
like the first wonderment, so profound
so true, the place it took me to in my mind
how the song took me where I went into
It's comfort, consoled in sound, beautiful-sadness
unbound and new-found, like my written words
consuming my feelings of the art of good
taking the space in my heart I knew it would
then and when I hear it again, checking the mix
for flaws, effect, cause, containing quality
reflecting awe, digging sound, getting my fix
maybe, it's the art in a strong man's heart
to open the door from all the loneliness within
maybe, in the simpleness of writing in this notebook
to break up the flow of emptiness in my consciousness
maybe, the space and room of listening to this mix
to communicate to a friend feelings from within, songs
to shape and mend the splintered empty lonely heart