Tagged: compositions

take any nocturne

take any nocturne
into that darkness with you –
opus whatever,
number whenever –
and slowly,
dial it up
until someone
counters, or the sky
arpeggios, whichever
comes first

life finds its lull by the lapping

life finds its lull by the lapping
waters – our bodies succumb
to our embryonic instincts to float,
the muscles in our faces loosen, and
there is more play, better laughter.

not since Jaws has there been
a mass-produced fear associated
with these afternoons. not since Einstein
on the Beach
was there a need to check
our watches, quantify the time spent