Never clean up a calliope`s voice,
Its clash is its life – its difference.
A tired Pianola`s shredded character
Born of so many bright and cheerful turns
Should never be fixed new!
Dissonance so unique so often hides
A source that simply returns along its
Old accustomed ways.
Leave its character to grow like a
Tangled tired root bearing, crudgingly,
The many gifts of time.
A thing cast about it like a shadow, a bit
Out of tune to hide the lack.
There is newness even there that can’t
Be found along the well trodden way,
If you really care to look.