While would-be existentialists
consume their lives with endless lists
of what-might-just-as-well-have-beens
from birth through death and in between,
I will continue, more or less,
in both malaise and happiness
to seek, to find, to stand amazed
when hearing what songs still are made
by those who choose to find the notes
between the strings, beyond the throat
in that strange music where each sound
reverberates and shakes the ground,
and with a simple turn of phrase
exists beyond all saccharine praise.
01 APR 2013
