Sunday, March 16, 2014

The Note

The Note

by: M. MacMinn

In a dream, a musical note, one perfect note
jutting from a saxophone or trumpet
One extended from Davis or Coltrane
pure, crisp, magical, chilling

A note, pushing over the edge
bringing tears, connecting
Hitting in the home of your heart,
of your soul

Melting any former self
Teaching, nothing matters
not your life, not your achievements
nothing written, said, experienced

Finally, understanding significance and relation to now

I want to be that note, and then I want to die
just be that note, and slide away

With the wind, rolling with the ocean,
riding upon the air and water

For the duration of time

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