Mixtape
For whom it may concern
Bowerbirds,
As the name would suggest,
Grow jeweled gardens of
Glittering novelties meant to impress--
Sea glass and flattened bottle caps, tied up
In stray cord and shredded paper.
For you,
I build a bower of my own, of
C-majors and B-flats,
And songs I hope
You haven’t heard too many times before,
Strung together with
Soaring chords and shredding basslines.