Notes trickling from a tenor saxophone, drop by drop

I hardly breath

The keys of the piano tingle
as they run down my spine
 What, where, when........ why?

Oh, the globe... that globalistic, spherable, round blue spot..
Nah,
I think I missed it
- perhaps I'll catch the next ride but for now
I'll just wait.

Here in a side-room next to the universe
where time stands still, Time after Time after Time after Time
and after

  (words written to a Ben Webster recording accompanied by many silences.. sweet and otherwize )

Silence

to be mentally silent..
- driving out polution that encumbers all thought and recollection

can at times be more strenuous than climbing the highest pole with lubricated hands,

but when it finally comes (even for a fleeting moment..) I am almost returnéd.













Perhaps someday I'll know the soothing comfort of watching the sun set next to a loved one in utter silence..

perhaps (even though I no longer believe in "silence" - but perhaps)

 
































He
 (or she)
 who knows the future knows nothing.