After the Concert

“Real singing is a different movement of air. Air moving around nothing. A breathing in a god. A wind.” -Rilke

You become more careful
walking through a room
where music is playing.
Don’t make the record skip,
the earth is tipping already.
Step slowly,
like wading through an island
of white campion,
the sky misted with a low wind
and sea birds.
The world is now understood.
Beyond the sound that opens
the body into weightlessness-
a shadow lingers
in the region of the heart
that can’t retreat-
a burning reflection of a storm
bursting,
leaving behind silent flowers
heavy with hunger.

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