nice found words

[this blog is best paired with andrea marie’s “inside this dream”]

david considers his music

there is nothing too wonderful about it.

i pick it up, i play.

is that not the life of a harp?

i cannot tell why people change

with these notes. widows lift their tambourines,

children drip their rocks and stare.

even the sheep look up from the field

as if they know more than they should.

i think i could turn over a rock

and watch the lichen pulse with each arpeggio.

it is ordinary to be amazing.

i don’t try to do anything else.

at times i see the music play before me.

deep chords become these violet mountains,

heaving from the ground like muscles.

a slow crescendo, the green power of a wave

washing over me, the elation of being small, being lost.

i like to play because i lose my place.

i play yet don’t make anything happen.

i lift the harp as easily as grass sprouts around my ankles,

as olive leaves tumble down my back.

i believe i can carry a violet mountain

on my back. this is not amazing.

you see, i can only laugh when children stare

with wonder. i can’t help the fingertips

that weave my soul around the strings.

there is something that keeps me awake

at the most beautiful hour, the black sky with light

pressing behind it. i cannot stop leaning over v

the verge of possibility.

i think my song will fall through the decades

–tania runyan


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