La Musique

Monday, April 28, 2008

Music took everything physical and lifted it until it got attached to invisible wires, where it inspirited and lingered on everything ecstatic. The notes, free-floating, inspired by wings, decided to reproduce like memory upon memory. Rememory. Fierce glissandos casaded down unrelentingly. Strains of heartache fluttered stubbornly without direction. Because that's how music roams, via the air but also through bodies and the earth, where it clamors. That's why we say that grass sings. Wind murmurs.

With a few hiccups and notes backward, I do believe this is the harp concerto by Handel.

8:12 PM