baroque adagios are playing while
the radio is on; Albinoni, Pachelbel
and Bach – the choice was mine, ‘Air
on a G String’ jailed me once again
a thousandth time. Was I wrong in
mixing sounds? The radio assays a
here and now while Bach preserves
the World I grew into a man apart
I never knew a time where silence
dwelt alone yet mournful notes and
resonance still fills the edges where
this artistry is born; the sounds do
not compete for me but warn that
I stood still while time ran out
© 13 July 2009, I. D. Carswell
that's great poetry, love it
ReplyDeleteGlad it strikes a chord!
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