Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Segovia

To sit on the porch at dusk, playing the rain on your guitar. The wind dancing in your courtyard - its swirling skirt, its branches rattling like castanets. The thin trickle of the sound flowing up through the house to drown in the attic's dust.

This is no time to be sad, you say. Never mind the days falling like bunches of ripe grapes. Never mind the man riding to your gate through the storm, death written in his eyes. Never mind the battered suitcases and the photographs of sepia ancestors you can no longer name.

Today you have fingered the silence intricate. Today you have given the butterflies shelter. Today you have taken the wrist of your guitar and known the leap of its pulse. Today you have tied impulse to impulse, woven beauty out of fragile air.

And the light shall never forget how you opened your doors to it. And the moon shall return to silver your palm. And the rain shall haunt your records like a scratchy ghost. And the constellations of the stars shall tremble like strings.

And music, like a young girl, will come when you call her; will thrill to your touch, will forget to be shy.

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is one lovely post!

Space Bar said...

And the moon shall return to silver your palm

or cross your palm with silver so that you, like an old andalusian gypsy crone, can tell the moon its fortune.

DufusMaximus said...

Beautiful!

drifting leaf said...

oh fal my dear... i love this : )

Anonymous said...

okay i read this again. its beautiful. but MEN feel things like the shiver of the moon ?
god the Gorrilla that i live !

Anonymous said...

A guy in touch with his sensitive side !!! I have been waiting for a guy like you my entire life - where have been all this time?

Prerona said...

Beautiful!

Prerona said...

I loved this ... Can I link? Wisg blogger had something like flickr favourites! :)

tangled said...

forget to be shy

I love the way you can make things come alive in my head. Lovely!

The One said...

Wow!

Falstaff said...

anon: Thanks

space bar: Yes, that was pretty much the image I was going for actually. As a matter of fact, the original line read: And the moon shall return from the future to silver your palm with promises. But it didn't work with the rhythm of the paragraph, so I cut it.

dufusmaximus: Thanks

leaf: Yes, I thought you might

anonymous: Sure. But only on nights when there's no football on TV. Also is that God, the Gorilla,etc. or God the Gorilla (have mental picture of a figure in a robe and a white beard climbing to the top of the Empire State with Abraham clutched in one hand and beating his chest)

anonymous: Errr..that would depend on how old you are, no?

prerona: Thanks. And link away

tangled: Thanks

the one: Thanks

Anonymous said...

This is so beautiful!
I am taking a printout...

~Sunbeamz

Revealed said...

And you're back!

km said...

Tasty, tasty stuff!

not listening said...

Couldn't decide on a single sentence I loved most,or even two!It's all so beautiful!

bess said...

I love Segovia too. Thanks for penning such a poetic tribute.

Anonymous said...

Oh, this one was really beautiful! Now I'll be looking for his music.

~N.