The solid, spread out ink

of the wired octopus on the polished

wooden floor, scuffed in places

where four by four

tables, holding sauces

and drinks during the day,

allows the musician

to reach the audience and keep

them spellbound.

 

The octopus never loses shape nor sleep,

wide awake, alert and fussy over the music

it hears silently, the only clue to the beat

being played is the pulse and the energy

that courses through its thin frame

and two jacked hearts, hyperactive