On Music

I like less and like it louder.She likes it all, but softer, daughter.She doesn’t dislike, she prefers.I prefer the fast one softer.I prefer the slow one louder.Faster softer, slower louder.Fast and soft for her is ether,Own feet sounding time beneath her.(Motion faster, volume lower.She’s the dizzy toddler spinner.)I prefer my crooners louder,Slower, numbers each year fewer.I like less. Duende’s rarer.To disappear, I play them louder.(I’m the older, further fatherCooking dinner.) Turn it lower.I want louder, won’t oblige her.Set the timer. I’ve been harsher,Slower, louder, faster, softer.