Recite
Or Long Ago...But I Like Pretentious Puns
A commanding forte resounds
From the open maw of the baby grand
Yanking me back into the room
From which I had departed
In meandering contemplation of my place in the book
The end of a chapter?
No
It was over long ago
Alert now, I count the measures
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8…9
Repeat, with new colours
Flowing from the harmonies beneath
A little darker, a little minor
A little complexity and confusion
That could be a metaphor if it pleases you
I would certainly like to be pleased
The symbol fits the frame now
It was over long ago
I offer my arm once more
I know you won’t come
I don’t expect a thing
It seems I think of you too much
Is it enough?
Perhaps
The canvas was cleaner when last I saw you
Not so long ago
A flame rekindled?
No
We were never more than embers
And it was over long ago
How easy it is to ignore the ugly, expensive echo chamber
And revel in the rolling ripples of magnified music
Waldstein?
No
That was over long ago
Lurching forward I must go
It was over long ago
Ever to and never fro
It was over long ago
It was over long ago
Long ago
Go
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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