ending
silence
absolute
then the crash of hands
on keys echoing out
a door slamming
I am still am
only my heart’s
rhythmic pursuit
fluent fingers flying
prestissimo
ribboned sound like
fallen leaves swirling
a swarm in sudden wind
till the tempo changes again
is restrained
gentler now
insect wings on
window panes
diminuendo
sssssshhhhhh
softly breathing
curling into myself
a niente
May 6, 2008 at 4:22 pm
oooh i loved this. i can’t even pinpoint favorite lines because the whole thing was just fantastic especially the rhythmical flow and imageries.
May 6, 2008 at 5:44 pm
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May 6, 2008 at 5:59 pm
this made me relaxed and sleepy–in a good way!
May 6, 2008 at 7:08 pm
an interesting staccato rhythm that is very very effective!
May 6, 2008 at 8:13 pm
I tripped here–I am still am only… is this on purpose?
May 6, 2008 at 8:15 pm
yes, I hope you didn’t hurt yourself, laughing, I just like it that way, or I did till you fell over it
May 6, 2008 at 9:12 pm
i am, still am, i am still am, lovely piano poem hands travelling somewhere sensuality curling up at the end poem,
May 6, 2008 at 9:53 pm
Nice. I like the playful/experimental way you evoke a concert (or concert-like) experience. Thanks for continuing to challenge us.
May 6, 2008 at 10:13 pm
this was sweet…
May 6, 2008 at 10:51 pm
This is beautiful. I could see you playing and wished I could play as well. I really like the phrase “ribboned sound like fallen leaves swirling”.
May 7, 2008 at 2:43 am
I especially like how you weave music with the sound of a door slamming, leaves and insect wings.
There seems to be another layer of meaning under the music and the sound, having to do with the title and the slamming door. Maybe I’m projecting, but even still, there’s an air of other parts of life floating in and near the music.
May 7, 2008 at 10:17 am
Where did the other one go, I came back to read the classical one and its gone,
May 7, 2008 at 12:47 pm
I would call this very musical. I love it!
May 7, 2008 at 12:49 pm
the rhythm of this piece has groove, as we drummers call it… it could serve as a beackbeat for almost any up tempo composition… and, as always, the images you create are quite vivid…
May 7, 2008 at 11:10 pm
i too feel as if the music of my life has mellowed,, the fervor with which i used to attack life has turned to a quieter more humbling respect for it i think….
May 8, 2008 at 12:18 am
Amazing work!
May 11, 2008 at 3:44 pm
Italian is such a perfect language for musical directions. Very pretty poem.
May 15, 2008 at 3:49 am
You are a maestro with words and their secret rhythms, Jo
May 16, 2008 at 4:16 pm
perfect.
May 19, 2008 at 1:05 pm
A beautifully crafted poem, Jo, with vivid imagery and nice touch using musical directions, as Peter noted above. It’s not hard to visualize you playing as you do so many things so well..
This poem also makes me miss my son..