What We Make Instead of Music

I know the words to the niggun
when you think you’re only
saying ai yai yai

the words in your head
when you’re doing karaoke
not whatever lyrics
the screen wants you to sing

every bar you’ve been
supposed to play is wrong
here’s what happens instead

every noise we make is a note
the clink of dishes
as they break

the wordless yelling
when my daughter breaks things
and her mouthwide cries

the shrill of a train
as it brakes for a man
in its wake

every sound is music
once you figure out
how to dance to it