Coda [poetic]

I played by memory,Timed the breath marks,Knowing every entrance and rest,Honouring them with Grace.The melody never got oldAnd I nearly lost myself in the music —I almost missed the universe raise her fist:Nao dal segno. I mean, I knew there was more to this songAnd some parts I’ve even practiced before —This refrain looks familiar—…

Self-Musing 4 (poesy)

Strong Applied liberally to others But like the root that dies To give sustenance My tongue fell out of my mouth Upon looking in the mirror. You don’t know of the grace with which I’ve maneuvered through the darkest paths to no fault of anyone but the trumpet who so loved its very own existence,…