Post by artolmaeus on Nov 2, 2024 3:07:25 GMT -6
she was a child and picked up the strat
turned on the amp and asked me
teach me to play this, guitar
and I told her it wasn't a guitar
the look of someone viewing a madman
was in her face and I kept silence
she then asked, what is it then
I answered, correctly, a manufactured nothing
determined, she wanted to learn
and I said, do whatever you feel
listen to the sounds, make it sound as you want
no tuning, no adjustment, just as it is
and it was the best lesson given
because nothing came of it, time passed
an old man watched a middle aged lady play
a cello, but not traditionally
and it was still in keeping with the score
some marveled, some reviled, some had no time to hear it
she saw the old man and called to him
"you taught me music" and he replied
I taught you nothing,
and she replied, yes, it was the only way
to bring me out into this world
and she asked him, I never saw you play, never heard you play
and he said, I have heard you and many others
all of which, I had to do something harder
I had to force my silence into so many ears
that they might hear themselves
why, she asked,
he replied, it was the only thing God had taught me
and through silence, there is something more
greater than reason, or idea, of anything
that the mind can fashion, because
if you remove both things and person
you then, have music
and it is only a beginning
a start, and there are rests, reprieves
refrains, keys and times that only silence
silence can endure and be endured long enough
for a quality that is not just sound
maybe the vibration of life, creation
something without form, forming all things
like an endless buffet to sample over time
without committing a full plate
a master dies with their work intransitive
except for those, who disturb the songbirds long enough
that they be compelled to sing
a song we seldom hear
because somehow, there is an ever growing
world of noise, silence is the breaks in between, rises and falls
loss of everything
this, point or state
temporary and unstable
and to all the tragedies
that fall like dead branches on a table
the days and years build into an avalanche
eventually at that time an end
so what to do with all the wait time
maybe make music
in whatever way you can
turned on the amp and asked me
teach me to play this, guitar
and I told her it wasn't a guitar
the look of someone viewing a madman
was in her face and I kept silence
she then asked, what is it then
I answered, correctly, a manufactured nothing
determined, she wanted to learn
and I said, do whatever you feel
listen to the sounds, make it sound as you want
no tuning, no adjustment, just as it is
and it was the best lesson given
because nothing came of it, time passed
an old man watched a middle aged lady play
a cello, but not traditionally
and it was still in keeping with the score
some marveled, some reviled, some had no time to hear it
she saw the old man and called to him
"you taught me music" and he replied
I taught you nothing,
and she replied, yes, it was the only way
to bring me out into this world
and she asked him, I never saw you play, never heard you play
and he said, I have heard you and many others
all of which, I had to do something harder
I had to force my silence into so many ears
that they might hear themselves
why, she asked,
he replied, it was the only thing God had taught me
and through silence, there is something more
greater than reason, or idea, of anything
that the mind can fashion, because
if you remove both things and person
you then, have music
and it is only a beginning
a start, and there are rests, reprieves
refrains, keys and times that only silence
silence can endure and be endured long enough
for a quality that is not just sound
maybe the vibration of life, creation
something without form, forming all things
like an endless buffet to sample over time
without committing a full plate
a master dies with their work intransitive
except for those, who disturb the songbirds long enough
that they be compelled to sing
a song we seldom hear
because somehow, there is an ever growing
world of noise, silence is the breaks in between, rises and falls
loss of everything
this, point or state
temporary and unstable
and to all the tragedies
that fall like dead branches on a table
the days and years build into an avalanche
eventually at that time an end
so what to do with all the wait time
maybe make music
in whatever way you can
