BETWEEN

Music exists in the space between notes

vertical tangent of
                                                silence
the asymptote of almosts
                between the sky and                sea

Music resounds in the questions
                                                   unanswered
in sine waves that wither to
                                                   nothingness
infinitesimal air particles
                unsettled into               eternity

Music invades the black holes of
                                               grief
blurs the border between dreams and
                                              memory
rattles the cosmic stillness
                that sifts the morning from         sleep

and Music seeps into caverns
buried below conscious
                                                 waters
where unremedied wounds fester,
               longing for a                         lullaby

so, when your body is hollowed                 out
with apathy, whittled and                       vulnerable

when you have relinquished
everything you hoped for,
that you hoarded within you,

Then, you must steep yourself
in the                                        silence.

Only then are you worthy,
only then are you empty                                enough
                to host Music
only then can you become
the symphony  hall,
the sea                  shell,
the sacred           vault
                 where Music dwells.

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