wednesday afternoons – a recollection
in fragments
a.
hidden in a dark room resounding
with arias full of love and sighs,
dramatic emotions mingled with reality
gave life to whispers and incessant kisses…
b.
how sarcastic that the final conclusion of aida
“morir! si pura ebella” suddenly came to me—
eternity is worth an infinite resignation and/or
the weight of a fatal stone, in the name of love.
c.
“datemi pace,” i sang my heart to you in the form
of a madrigal. you laughed and sang back
“Io parto” meanwhile giving my hand a firm grasp.
then we both admitted: word-painting was for fools.
d.
candle lights flickering in darkness, the
chorus plain chanting sacred praises for
the divine goodness, silently, but unmistakably,
an empty chair evinced a different story.
e.
i could almost see the cello body reflecting
sunlight onto the purple curtains. I pondered
over what must be a false memory–
a dark room had to, by definition, be lack of light.
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