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A Sonata for TSMA Sonata for TSM
Who orchestrated this song?
Who authored it and who completed it?
Who wrote it down?
And who arranged the sheet music
So it might be played in the order it is?
Pages flipping and unfolding, and revealing
And being played and left behind
As we venture forth into new stanzas and phrases
Or variations of themes weve already seen
Who plays it?
Whose fingers strike the notes?
Those of him who wrote the song?
Or our own
And who is the greater master?
The one who composes a work
Or the one who plays it through?
Who primed this stage?
Who tuned keys with a meticulous ear?
Crafted this instrument upon which
The song is played?
Who knew the harmonies would sound so right together?
And who turns on the lights
And draws the curtain closed again?
Is the one who begins the show the one who ends it?
Carrying the piano away off the stage
Who opens the door and sends us back into the night?
And who are we?
Those who love?
Those who hope for a future?
Or those who go home
As we pull out on the highway
With all the stars up in the sky
And I never could tell
If they were taillights or fireflies;
The moon hid behind the bridge of your nose
But still lit up your eyes
Your fingers round the steering wheel
Your quiet in my mind
Youre taking me the long way home
Sometimes silent as you drive
And I think you wished it wouldnt end
As I know so did I
As were driving down the freeway now
But taking, taking our time
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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