Oct 10, 2003 09:15
on an airconditioned evening, sudden warmth rose from a stage
when a sitar's drone united with a man beset with age
as the eyes of one thousand sophistos tired, dimmed, and closed
one thousand bated breaths hailed the player's crooked pose
calibrated counterpoints preceded freeform trills
and silences by water drums were delicately filled
then i wished that i had brought you, i belived you'd understand
the seismic meditations as they tremored through his hand
did i dare send you a summons from within my melted mind?
i did not, for any concentration music soon denied.