composition (inspired by macedonian folk music)

…i hear them as they become lost in strategies…
…which i could not have previously considered…
…they were enamored there by the sounds of something older…
…touching their hands…
…and brushing against the fingertips of their minds…
…governed by a different set of acceptable and tolerated variables…
…voicing opinion on the fractious balance between space and time…
…and of song and dance…
…within space-time…
…manifest in the frolic of old chords being remembered…
…their rhythmic chaos/order…
…distributed in the curio of puppet songs…
…breathing into me a system …
…whose face i would otherwise pass in this crowded historical formula…
…as i sit a thousand dimensional facsimiles away…
…listening quietly…
…and reluctantly effecting butterflies…