I hear it when you’re subtle

blowing confetti-like leaves by my feet

I recognize your moods and hear the difference

I see you push the clouds around

and how they never seem to mind

I watch as the birds play and soar in your politeness and notice how they avoid your power

my favorite is how you use the Aspens to sing your songs

their leaves rustle a tune

you choose the notes because you choose the leaves

they are your instrument

I am your audience

Bravo.