Month: January 2010

into a grey tangle
of thoughts
memories

of answers
explanations
recognitions

damp
with vague familiarity

I reach
but do not retrieve

they slip my grasp
in cruel torment
and tumble away

opaque
unconnected

ever accelerating
in spiral linearity

time

escaping into the future
tethered to the past
ever captive in the now

you do not see me

no shadow cast
that you perceive

no movement
to catch your eye

no color
no shape
no texture

to you
I am
invisible

there is always music

in the light
in the dark

in the heat
in the cold

in the calm
in the chaos

in the coming
in the leaving

in the joy
in the sadness

from the birds
for the birds

there is always music

what have I to say
that has not been said
so many times before
in so many ways unique

so here will be said
what has not been heard

resonant

in silence