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cello and violins
by Jared Fladelandthe resin on my finger tips
can't even listen to the sounds they produce,
but they do their job anyway,
even with joy,
because it is what it is.
the violin sounds,
and the cello rings the voice
and it is almost a mix of something
producing a grandeur diagnosis of dreams
but i can't stop listening
to the space between,
the melodies that don't exist
that my soul fills in the gaps with,
because some composer was smart enough
to not say everything,
and let it exist as it is.
this seat,
this auditorium:
they all melt away,
because nothing finite is big enough
to hold this emptiness.
That's what the silence is after the final note,
and it is more deafening than any instrument.
08/15/2010 Posted on 08/16/2010
Copyright © 2025 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/16/10 at 12:32 PM And John Cage would be proud of you Jared. I really like this write. It is amazing how silence can ring so loudly in our ears at times! |
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