interlude

your fretting silence again
i’ll play it an octave lower
mute the strings with defiance
instead of picking them slower
fall short of notes with compliance
a wistful composer

a continuous tacet
the quartet breaks their bows
such an unsettling facet
in a piece whose motif no one knows

„merely an interlude“,
sotto voce in my head
counting the measures of solitude
so i sing the words unsaid

your fretting silence again
i’ll play it an octave lower
mute the strings with defiance
instead of picking them slower
fall short of notes with compliance
a wistful composer

a cadence of yore
hidden in your yearning glances
and a fiercely torn up score
under unknown circumstances

a sudden hope
and a crescendo kindling in my chest
isn’t it such a common trope
reignited flame of love following a rest

your fretting silence again
i’ll play it an octave lower
mute the strings with defiance
instead of picking them slower
fall short of notes with compliance
a wistful composer

to sing what cannot be said
to compose what cannot be fathomed
to play what cannot be read
and to once again
bind
our longing
atoms.

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