He...isospheres and isotimes...

The way
He plays
His fingers
On the keyholes
Of the flute...
Air turns neutral
As if white...
And music comes full of peace...
As if bliss...

The way
He the Music inherent
Sends air through his saxophone
Air turns strings and chords...
As if He the Lord
Had long since woven music...
As if
His blue and white and green
Had been
Harmonised
To match every kind of a being...
Long before
The Birth
Of the Space
Broken
And
Put
Into
Smaller balls-
Like isospheres,
And fragmentation of Time
Into smaller clocks-
Like isotimes...