Your first language after heartbeat:
Music. This foreign tongue, human,
is hard. It works slow and strange
in the mouth, bitter in truth and lies,
its grammar convoluted; the idioms
of face and body incomprehensible
to the non-native, but (carelessly
coached) you tried.
Until you stopped.
“Shut down,” they said: cold divorce.
Of course your heart never closed,
God knows you bled all unspoken
through chord and melody, but the
other, so rarely used, fell dissonant
at her feet.
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Une ode à la musique…
… all unspoken
through chord and melody…
Made me think of a famous Hugo’s quote:
“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”
― Victor Hugo
Merci une nouvelle fois Jennifer pour tant de grâce.
F.
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Maybe I had that Hugo quote floating around somewhere in the back of my mind…wise man, Hugo. Thank you for your beautiful comment.
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Heartbreaking–“God knows you bled all unspoken” is a perfect line.
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Yes, a heartbreaking circumstance that really got me thinking about how we communicate and share ourselves. Thanks for your comment. ❤
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All I can say is WOW, so much pain.
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