08/09/07Echo of Construction
Beauty aches in so many ways, Beethoven.
Every key you press is a footfall
on a stair -- one of many that spiral down and up,
winding my soul in the dimness where I am less
imperfect. There is no ground to speak of.
Only one flight
of stairs that unravel like a string of ribbon freed
from a knot, circling a hollow as it falls.
This is a room that lacks
a window (that can frame the tale in your eyes)
and a door to usher in
a draft of my voice; because of that,
we are less unfamiliar to each other.
Therein lies the paradox of our crossing.
So tread with care
though step back you must
to reshape the prints you leave
for me to trace. There are no handrails here,
none where your fingers can drum once,
where your skin could have pressed, would have known
how consistently flawed this place is --
this vast architecture your steps have
begun to map
with every repeated hesitation of a key.
* This was written while listening to Beethoven's piano sonata mentioned above. As stated in my profile, I love, love, love classical music. Now if only I could fly someplace -- better yet, to another century -- where I could get drowned in opera houses. Sigh.
On Beethoven (1770-1827). Since his 20s, he had been going progressively deaf. In fact, he wrote his most famous symphonies when he was already very much deaf. Hence, he had been considered by some as the greatest composer of all time (of course, there are those whose vote goes to some other renowned composer). Anyway, the onset of Beethoven's progressive deafness was sometime 1796/1798 (exact date unknown). He composed "Moonlight Sonata" in 1801... Hmm.
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