Oh you were so <br />quiet <br /> <br />I hardly heard you <br />tiptoe silently in <br /> <br />settle yourself <br />amongst the strings <br /> <br />talking to me <br />now in cello <br />now in violin <br /> <br />the heartbeat of a drum <br /> <br />the exchange of laughter <br />between glockenspiel & xylophone <br /> <br />making a point <br />with either <br /> <br />the tiny tinkle <br />of a triangle <br /> <br />or the crash of a symbol. <br /> <br />I listen to you talk <br />to me in music <br /> <br />the candlelight <br />grows dim & then <br /> <br />as softly as you came <br /> <br />you leave <br /> <br />leaves <br /> <br />(fluttering against <br />the windowpane) . <br /> <br />I feel you leave <br />leave before the movement ends <br /> <br />footsteps <br />in the silence of my memory <br /> <br />me nearly <br /> <br />forgetting <br /> <br />that you've died <br /> <br />listening on <br />until the end <br /> <br />as the music <br /> <br />cries.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listening-to-your-favourite-piece-of-music-for-francesca/
