- I. adagio: inhale on ivory
- II. allegro furioso: wings against the frame
- III. grave: only quiet remains
there’s a moment
right after the break
where sound hangs
with its breath held
suspended in the room
every surface waitin to see
if I rise or rupture
my chest burns thin
lungs made of paper
pulse misfirin thru my wrists
in broken rhythm
and I keep goin
or the music keeps me goin
ownership doesn’t fuckin matter now
tempo doesn’t slow to spare me
it descends with weight
left hand marches thru the mud
right hand dancin along the edges
of refusal and need
each chord lands deeper
floor and ribs meetin without forgiveness
a finishin blow quakin thru my bones
the sound thickens
dark
solemn
blood thick in its pressure
notes tear thru tendon
fingers screamin thru the measure
strength unravelin
but still obedient to the keys
breath fractures
vision narrows to hammer and ivory
hands continue
long after sense leaves the room
after everythin
ends
then
impact
the final chord hits
and earth closes over the moment
triumph
surrender
truth
merciless and entire
my hands fall from the keys
not by choice
but because the music took all it needed
and left nothin steady in return
the room exhales
a hauntin hush
silent aftermath
vibratin thru wood and bone
I am gone in it
lost
stumblin into the dark
the keys go quiet
and I don’t come back with them
Man the end sounds like “The End”.
You bring me into your world of music and I have to say wow. Well done
Brilliantly penned, 253. You’re killing it brother, some pieces never truly return from the performance, sacrificial lambs to feed the beast, possibly? Excellent storytelling my friend, dig the layers, they seem to wake up thoughts in my head. Great series. Appreciate you.
Damian