Friday, December 20, 2013

...for a dear friend, G

Through the Music

It started with the critical intellect and
progressed through visuals, but as our
silences became as comfortable as being
with myself again, the quiet gave way
to sounds: a tonality tolerated because
you sat through it too; and years of listening
to early, Baroque, Romantic, and modern.
It was heard through halted breathing
or tears silently flowing or a lilting sashay.

Recordings are played now and my mind
tries to conjure your amplification.
No critiques, no visuals, no silence.

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