One Piece by Luke Armstrong

Dismissibly Diminutive

It’s a small thing
no one says

They all
Agee

It’s a many thing
No one agrees

They all say
It’s that way

It’s a papery thing
So it’s manifested

You don’t see
It’s not these things

But the instruments?
Not necessary at all

And the ink?
Only red tape

The director?
Least important and no

And the musicians?
Not it

Phenomenology?
Not a clue what that is.

Philosophy?
Hardly

But…
And those who ask

Do not understand
The music, temporary, for an instant
More than staffs and scores
More than high school band geeks
More than an underpaid director
More than the instruments imaginable
The music became what it had always been anyways.

{Poem by Luke Armstrong, www.twitter.com/lukespartacus}