A ghost-face against the silence that keeps playing that song haunts me…
Is the music an effect of the vision? Or does the song draw this ethereal face note by note?
I close my eyes seeking quietness, darkness.
The song acts as a snake biting its own tail.
I break the silence with my voice: Aaaahh!
… No change …
I know the ghost. It is you and it is me. Or you and not me.
I try to forget this colossal memory, again.
The song refuses to end.
XXVIII-XII-MMXII
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September 15, 2013 at 10:37 pm
nice…some great nuggets in this…the song as the snake biting its own tale…wow…and the question Or does the song draw this ethereal face note by note?, i like…like the matter of fact tone of the lines too…
September 16, 2013 at 10:47 am
Thanks for the kind feedback… I like the description of the tone you mentioned –matter of fact tone. I guess the feeling behind was just that… smiles…
September 16, 2013 at 1:14 am
I know songs like that. This is a very good piece, thank you for sharing.
September 16, 2013 at 10:51 am
I’m pleased that you enjoyed the poem and shared the memory of these kind of songs. 🙂
September 16, 2013 at 3:29 am
songs can have such an effect on us…so often they develop a life of their own, connected to the memory they carry… great images here..
September 16, 2013 at 10:36 am
True. Sometimes the memories they carry surprise me . I sometimes believe that I would have chosen a different memory for a given theme, but songs are songs, and they have their own rules!
September 16, 2013 at 9:26 am
I know these songs too…
Anna :o]
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