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the soaring

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she is becoming alive
with instrumental fingers,
delicate and spider-like,
her cello the web, she moves
with a lover's touch.

completely tangled in the strings,
woman and music have never been
separate; smooth wood and skin
blend like powdered snow and cinnamon.  

I am afraid to breathe, afraid
to see, afraid to look away.
I have only glimpsed this,
once or twice, the soaring
in her eyes and in my chest.

the last note comes,
bringing all of us back--
but for a moment, we
don't know if we should
applaud or weep.
A poem titled "the soaring" would be incomplete without inspiration music called "Gravity," by Sara Bareilles.

I just kept clicking "replay."

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I have been trying to write this poem for, literally, years. It is really quite incredible what happens to her when she plays; I always wanted to capture it, and I feel as if I might have at least grasped it, today. Those readers who are musicians will probably understand more fully, but, of course, everyone can enjoy it.

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I love it when you're writing and you just disappear, just cease to think about breathing or eating or taking out the trash, when you drown in emotions and images, with words floating by; with words resting on the surface like lily pads. It's so wonderful... and we are all just trying to get there.
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TwistedAlyx's avatar
Love that first stanza. :clap: