The art of arranging
continuous unified sounds of

evocative melody or perhaps
harmony in time ... but the clock still ticks it's tock
newborn infants drumbeat ratta-tat-tat... tat

produces a composition
in a written printed score of sounds
marital bliss found in the dissonant folds of feudal embrace

aesthetically pleasing to the ear
wind in the cumulating clouds

eloquent cry of the infant
when all of life is composed of

bull horns and telephones and jacked up cars without exhaust pipes
an art of time that

colors the mask of ideas and emotions
in significant forms through the elements of rhythm

tones or sounds employed
occurring in single line - the tree in the forest

when noone's near it to hear
cracks bark under a woodpeckers hunger
rhythm

multiple lines harmony laid out in black and white
but the ink runs dry and the lines fade out

all that's left is the mind's ear

and sounded by one or more voices or
instruments,
                                     
                                            or both