And when I saw it, I wanted to see none of it.
But when I saw it, I needed to see it.
It was just the shell. It meant nothing.
Stiff but powerless still,
embalmed but feckless.
It's dead. It'll rot.
And it's not you.
My inner eye blinks, mused fingers stroke.
I play you into every frequency and wavelength
so that you remain afloat
Above this streaming body of sound
where you've escaped the fall of once-crowned man,
and rise with the swelling dynamics, heard as only the just can.
Hear, not the melody
but instead the overtones.
Harmony in discord
endless, hear, in my bones.
I know this is you,
see, no drear
even in silence,
listening-
Here.
