Monday, January 31, 2005

move the sound silently with all your broken strings

a violin tragedy
ushers patience into place
with a slow distant
tremble
that shivers air into sound

cello drones rumble
like cautious midnight masses—
dark hums that make men
weary
and shake the frail with might

bow-draws wail with broken hair
and ghostly horses screaming
resound through the shrill
of strings
shaking high-pitched pull

winter songs descend like leaves
falling silent after death’s
soundless shimmers close
eyelids
not for dreams but nothingness

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