Did you feel the shift? Was there a shift?
As silences grew big enough to swallow the sounds
My stride stopped by a sudden change in the melody
The song remains the same, turned low
Meaning can be found between days of noise
Much more than between lines that were never written
The idea of what is and what should never be
Is lost in the caves of my good conscience
When the well is dry is when everything is real
The realities catch up to the dreams
And kill the thought that they ever happened
But for a single note that I still hear
When the words no longer speak their music
When the memories no longer evoke the living
A shift happens
Did you feel the shift?
Was there a shift?
Oh how I wish I'd breath once more
The air filled with the ghosts of chance
The promise of freshly fallen rain
And the warmth of spring's embrace
This has left me feeling dazed and confused with my head between speakers. Great read. So often your work leaves me feeling affected.
I not a big fan of music on blogs, but Led Zeppelin… sublime choice 😀
silence: the calm before the storm, the white noise of battle, the crazy calm of love . . . or lust, the moment when the world stops in the aftermath of disaster.
Je lis ça avec une drôle d’impression (peut-être due à ma traduction), comme de gros points d’interrogation posés sur la réelle signification de ce qui se passe à l’intérieur…
Harry Steed
weta: thank you 🙂
dave: when all else fails me, Led Zep alsways seems to hold some kind of answer.
moonwart: lust. yeah, the aftermath.
harry: c’en est effectivement. sur ça, et aussi sur les résultats que certaines réponses pourraient entrainer.
Great post! It reminded me of something my 8th Grade jazz band teacher taught us. Without silence between the notes, the notes themselves are meaningless.
Chris
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