Uncomposed

Three Musicians. Pablo Picasso

Uncomposed

I want to write a melody

that will ache your heart that will

sing the shards of you together

mismatched and misaligned flawlessly

aesthetic phrasing fashioned out

a buoyant sixth reaching up

a minor third dropping down

major sevenths harmonizing with you

lovely, more gorgeous than you thought

your musical life to be and then may I

beg, please sing it back to me

to my ache to my beauty to my dissonance

in our jazz I might discover why

God inscribed every

crying, awful, wondrous,

uncomposed note fixed in me