The ephemeral

Tag: strangers

The composer

November 8th, 2024

it hurts like blades cutting through low-key minors
in D
yet still
it is too silent for your loneliness to listen in
like sliding strokes over a wall of creeping darkness
a move flinches in shadows set ablaze
this passion burning off to dust and lifeless ashes
setting through slowed-down days in stillness to recall
another you that moved through notes inscribed on patches
of torn down verse and scribbles pledged to self
in pitches sounding nonsense to your tortured mind turned spirit
when those low chords started to shape out memories attuned to the expected
in all its fortitude of an unwanted turn into staccato
with a rewinding of a mismatched sound rushing to dwindle
into a veering swirl of lines reflected back beyond the angles of that prism
which your tired will imagines at the verge of nowhere intersecting never
as though you’re waiting for that last nocturne to flow into tomorrow
alone
with all but resonating voids along the path of movement in denial
of those low-keys in sorrow and compliance
to that one force that keeps you bound to silence

(inspired by the sounds of ‘Obsequence’ by Sebastian Plano)
The actor

October 23rd, 2024

fear

that something called out in front

of you

the day before day

when you called yourself desperate

in trying

to find

the voice

for all the quiet screams

played out in front of mirrors

since you never act alone

and you will always be there

for yourself

that perfect reflection

of a rictus

one only one you have seen on stage

that perfect absence of tragedy

one only you have laughed at

while wiping tears

sketched onto the veins of your eyes

bloodshot

tired

of lies mirroring each other

in the vastness of your mind

all walled up by mirrors

of despair

alleged

believed

returned

the day before the day

that something called out in front of you

was fear of fear

(inspired by the sounds of ‘Return 2’ by Max Richter)
The bard

October 20th, 2024

following all sought for

you let go

of pain

as you loosen the grip of a chord

mastering agony as just another song

in rhythms of backward clocks

you let go of the moments

leaping into your old pond

of unshed fears

letting someone else listen

to the sound

of pain

unsought

leaving behind stillness

immersed in yearning searches

for the depths

of harmony in climax

remembering all lived for

you let go

of future

before the flow catches your flesh

without a battle

without a cry

just like dice

thrown out on a board

you’re fair

but not even

since you lived for too long

and saw time let go

of eternity

in circles dissipated

one past another

in chords gripped

one after another

in moments lived

one for another.

(inspired by the sounds of ‘Internal Flight’ by Estas Tonne)

Tag: strangers

The composer

The actor

The bard