Matt Sadler
	Faint Music Maybe you need to see music with your eyes, waves of notes bending in the wind like wheat, some crazy doppler of palm leaves curving their sad cello. A plywood box full of holes is an instrument for the box stomper. So what else? The news, that laser eye on misery, its staccato ticker a high-hat of destruction. The wine green bottle of Jazz for intellectuals who need an excuse. Your neighbor’s bicycle, white, too short for its rider, hanging regardless in the barn from a ceiling hook. A music of not being used for its purpose. Just look around and that’s everywhere. Which is not to say it’s not beautiful.