Ode to a brother

     wind unstruck
by anything but lips
the way you could send
sound to Heaven & back
like a kite slipping through
stirred air
your looseleaf compositions
your quantum notes 
lunged toward wider spaces
then returned to rest

     we thought God was speaking
to our vibrating selves

     you made it easy for our ears
we had nothing to do
but believe
it will be what we hear
the day after our death