Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Is music always going to bring
the memory of you, always
the memory, always

that time sitting at the piano, my fingers
over yours, playing scales
up and down, variations

like names speaking words
A and C, perfect thirds
we crawl upwards

and down, hitting rhythm and tone, gone
slow over cramping notes
that is how it goes, you said,

from making memories, mundanities
that can't stand in the face of reality, where
music arises purely from the soul
and in nature, no music, no song,

1 comment:

Tim Shey said...

Theresa: I haven't visited your blog in quite some time. I hope things are going well with you. I just hitchhiked into Northern California from Wyoming last night; I will be staying here with some friends for a while.

It looks like I will have a second book published very soon--maybe in February. The title is "The First Time I Rode a Freight Train & other hitchhiking stories". Take care.