With What Remains

“Sometimes it’s the artist’s task

to make music with what’s left.”

 

She demanded a bold goal

but, I was unmovable.

It was not due to problems

or, because of but-what-if.

I make measured responses.

 

He was unhappy with me

but, I was unmovable.

It was due to quid pro quo

and, because of the judging.

I practice; so, I’m lucky.

 

I stop and learn

 

I can’t see the whole picture,

I hear the cacophony,

I touch with unfelt wonder,

I taste the bitter sweetness,

Waste’s foul odor repels me.

 

I savor mouthwatering,

I look through the looking glass,

I listen to sounds of silence,

I smell the flowers’ fragrance,

I hug with heartfelt kindness.

 

I go and do.

 

“Music is the space between the notes.”

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