It is a score left unsettled, pages open on the stand.
Notes tattooed against stark lines, trapped behind bars -
when behind bars was our only fear.
Fevered measures inked in haste; each phrase a crescendo.
The conductor raises his arms gracefully to an invisible orchestra,
and the silence is a roiling timpani.
The last note
a rest under a fermata.
(A S.H. inspired poem. I would love for your to digest it for a while before I go into my explanations. My hope being of course that it NEEDS no explanation- but well... This one is still tacky and can be remolded and reshaped. Points I wanted to emphasize: 1.) The parallel between them being arrested (behind bars- arrest/ a rest) 2.) that last note was a pause held for an indeterminate amount of time based on the conductor's discretion = faked death but he'll return... the raising the arms was before he fell... it's a rather haunting image. I think I have watched that poor man fall a few thousand times by now.)
Comments/Critique desperately wanted... gimme!!
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