Always, the Musician Plays

Call the narrow streets F sharp,
the change in my hat: a C.
Then modulate the people
who hurry by,
scales in third position.

Call the sunrise A major,
the flamingos D.
Horses gallop in G minor,
and the marsh splashes
in a Lydian mode
as morning light
is transposed
to Phrygian arpeggios.

I could go on all day,
play the landscape Aeolian,
call the sea lavender E,
a bird song B flat.
I could call to her in any key.