Lost in music

My fingers tear across the hard brass strings.
They ache to find the right note
the right chord
to trigger my memory.
I found you once in a diminished B 7
but you vanished and moved on
and I’ve been playing ever since.
And what if you’re a melody,
Lost in a pattern in these goddamned frets.
Then I’ll learn to write songs
like I learned to play guitar.
I’ll find you, I swear,
and I’ll play you until I fall asleep.
I’ll play you until I bleed.
I’ll play you until I remember
or hallucinate the feeling
of your beautiful, calloused fingers on my face.

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12 thoughts on “Lost in music

    • Thanks, Eric. It’s sort of lame that after, what, three months all I’ve added is an edit. But I’m sooooo close to being done with my Masters. I can’t wait to write something new. Something that doesn’t have the word hegemony in it.

  1. never saw the original, but I loved the new presentation, it was easy to feel the details and images as they told the emotional story. Very well done.

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