Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cello, haiku, music, poem, poetry, Rostropovich, tanka on July 1, 2012| 2 Comments »
soft thread of tune
beyond humming
still the attempt
*
though the musician
is long, long gone
strands of dark arpeggios
tucked
in my hair
*
because
he once played
that Bach prelude
I feel now so
beautiful
*
long after
the listening
still listening
*
almost like lips
bruised from a night of kissing
my ears this morning after
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cello, losing the self, loss, music, poem, Rostropovich on June 30, 2012| 2 Comments »
It is Bach
I tell the broccoli
knife keeps quarter beats
*
all my empty spaces
alive with cello and silence—
every loss
has made it possible
this breathtaking resonance
*
the music touches
me everywhere, everywhere
purple gladiolas
*
in the kitchen
I am being spun, whirling
the cello bows