If I could, I would
tie all my words to the wind;
like notes wrapped around
the legs of a carrier pigeon.

I would let the wind free
to pollute the earth with
my syllables, just to know
that somewhere
under this blue moon
you’d be breathing me in.

I can think of no better use
for all this language
than for it to live
for a few seconds
in your lungs.

If I could help
your heart
keep beating,
I’d spend the rest of my life
using all of the world’s sheet music
as toilet paper.

No music is sweeter
to these ears
than your
ba-dum
ba-dum
ba-dum

– Ashley Naftule