His dark, flashing eyes
Burn holes through the mirror
And expose the universe beyond
Their intensity and fire
Give life to the shell
Of the weakened body below
A body drained of energy
By a deep, unquenchable longing
For intimacy and love
And all the while
Fingers slide over the fretboard
Bending and teasing the notes
Later, plugging his ears
He heard his heart stop
And he awaited the sparkling darkness
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"I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung." ~ Rabindranath Tagore
- bard
- A mixture of poet and musician, warrior and philosopher, the bard, having grown weary of trying to find his place in the modern world, retired to the Lonely Bard Inn to contemplate his future. He is often seen drinking or writing alone (a personification of the inn itself), but from time to time he joins in the festivities that are always to be found in the pub. On occasion he even shares a poem or song with the sympathetic patrons, who are usually eager for new forms of amusement.
This saddens me ...what a waste of a gift and aelent to see and feel it all end.
ReplyDeleteI'll tell you a secret, dear Maggie:
ReplyDeleteHe awaited the sparkling darkness, but it never came.
It sounds as though he would not be aware of the finality of the darkness because he would be creating that sparkle, that flare, the fine finesse of the music and he combined. the sum of his melodic nature. he sounds intimate with the music, bonded, like a spiritual kinship. He sounds as though through music he could be loved and love unconditionally, in the way that the world doesn't work. human playing guitar? No, it is the guitar that plays the human.
ReplyDeletei wonder whether it is too late to write with you. i feel so very much of what you write.
As far as I'm concerned, it's never too late.
ReplyDeleteBy the way V, the music was indeed flowing that night.
ReplyDeleteI even composed a song I named "Requiem".