Listen

Listen! I am not

the opener

of doors

do not blame me

for the misuse

of your own

magic

if you can see me

when you close

your eyes

striding up the hill

in the rain

with my hair

curling ‘round me

like a black cloud

blame your own

visions

I am making

music again

I am humming

G minor arpeggios

in the mist

and if you

can hear my singing

gate guardian

keeper of keys

it is your own

power that carries

the notes to you

from beneath

the trees

where the rain

is falling