That I sing and make music
Brings joy and solitude to the psyche
Praise be to my wise grandfather
Of mathematical and musical genius made
From whom my bard’s mind was crafted.
Music is the holiest mover
It combines all powers of gods
From Olympus and all heavens
It shakes and rattles souls the most.
Music is certainly mathematics
Of metrics and calculus built
For which its maker anticipates
Astride rhythm and rhyme
The sonic bursts from orals and instruments.
Calculated is the world too
In music, a most moved audience
By booming sonics of its trade.
[Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]