And Then It Unfolds
There is a rush of
wind, sheet music scatters like
dandelion snow, you lose your
balance. Off kilter.
You watch yourself
disentangle. They say
you grew the beard to appear
more distinguished. Older.
Wiser.
Just seconds ago your
fingers were skillful and
sure. Already you are
trying to recall how
smooth the keys felt under
your fingertips. The slight
resistance. The delicate
sound of pianissimo. The
exact moment
when you floated away from
the sanctuary of the concert hall and
unraveled knee-deep in
sea grass.
21 November 2009
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