Gone For Me Now

(for David Hockney)

The high notes fade
Their shrill frequencies
Left for the birds, the breeze
And the occasional air raid siren

The low notes leave as well
Though through a different door
Those long, loping members of the bass
Clef which give music its heft
Drama and visceral appeal

Remain even in their absence
Benchmarks of possibility
Passion & depth
Sometimes the most thought
Fully designed concert hall can
Reverberate with all
The electrifying dimension of our grace
And our powerlessness

Even when no one is listening
The notes are still there


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