Subcommittee Doing Vocal Warmups Again

We meet, but this is not the right time. Two chairs
for the binary positions of what the subject today is: I lie
everyone else across the seats like an equals sign and assume I am above
the keys of a piano—you know the colours—
as I’m the only one listening; and yet I am experiencing
the hands too, as I am between them—not the mind
but a viewer, if you can imagine that? And so now we have a painter
or another universe. To hell with it: another department!
Another grant. Or fable. Or floor down or up. All this being
far too obvious. But I like the sound today! It’s like ‘Greensleeves’.
Having put myself through the needful content with the meeting though, I suppose
there should be a better tune. Did you imagine? Change it to
the flattest thing. But I can’t say earth, obviously! Viewer—
imagine one layer in space, but it is relational space. Hypothetic.
It isn’t there itself! There is the layer. You have seen the layer now, yes?
(Those at the meeting didn’t…) So now we have you looking at it; and then we’ll have
a layer for that, right? But it’s too ambiguous
and too much already! So close your eyes. And what do you get?
My voice—of course. Or your theory of it. And this is why I like piano, especially
when I need to link it back. So you have a layer and a layer
and now a memory of the airport, yes? Your own meeting. Is this
loosening? How quickly does it all catch up?
I did not expect to do this. This was my own playing.
Can I ever go back to a chair? I am asking myself.
But how we have created that other universe, which you have implied
I might add, we can start to leave there… and see… and feel…
O! This was perhaps the point! Something better than ‘Greensleeves’!
The only place I wanted. Are you here? Ah—you are in the first chair. Colours?
I haven’t kept the same rhythm at all. Too immersed in feeling it
to be concerned about the mud now though? Let me check my pulse… Yes!
We are good. Perhaps all it was for. Phew, too, as I nearly
mentioned Bach, and that would have made my own eyes roll,
especially if we started stacking the chairs, which is what I wanted to do at the meeting
with the viewers sat in them still, the wastes of space. But who am I to talk!