We lay at the pool,
exhausted by our morning,
our evening, our days upon days.
We are some Alpha and Omega.
I hear a raga in my head. It comes
from beside me. From her. It fills me
all in its sameness and complex diversity, constant
playfulness of the layers of tone,
the total between sounds and sounds
upon each other, always
that beautifully ruthless sameness.
It is the music of her.