From what they sing

Listening to a dog in the neighborhood dog bark, along with Grover Washington's jazz, the bow wow wow seems musical. Music with its variations, is such an accomodating art that you can go at it as cotton candy and keep filling your bag and keep it light. How you hurry to share what you find in a song to tell someone of the form that a thing has taken. A form enough to be what you would have told if you knew it well enough yourself. By latching onto one form, you have beaded it into your hair for ever, looking for the matching beads on others.