#9: Hana Yori Dango 花より団子

I dream then drool then chew to eat
You dream then drool then see to eat
But who’s to say my method is right?
And why would yours be better than mine?

You and I are full and satisfied
But you and I are subdivided
And you and I have appreciation
But you and I have different opinions!

I may have a palette to cleanse
But we both have an itch that meets no end
You may have tangible evidence
But we also have no precedence

I taste notes, ratios, proportions, consistentcy
You taste color, dimension, proportion, calligraphy
I see potential, improvement, advancement, a name
You see aperture, focus, spotlight, a frame

But through all the wonder and debate and fame
We both write history our audience craves
And in the process you and I have self proclaimed
That you and I are one of the same.


#5: For you, Nina.

The day breaks with birds flyin high
Still sitting on the floor
Foil in hand from previous nights
And then
I hear her, I feel her
Running through my veins
Like a river
Running free
Her voice flowers the color of acoustics
Breeds half notes and whole ones
With fervor into music
The fire
Firing power and desire
I set foot
On the keys of the piano
While she spits her scats
With aim and precision
Freedom is yours and mine Nina,
You know how I feel.