I suppose . .

It could be silent   Or I alone use words.

I suppose . .

It could be secret   Known only to the birds.

I suppose . .

It could be different   Away from grazing herds.

I suppose . .

It could be separate   Partitioned like the Kurds.

I suppose . .

It could be rhythmic   In fourths and fifths and thirds.

I suppose . .

It could be wondrous   (I'm at a loss for words).