Immer leiser wird mein schlimmer
How could you ever let go
Of that beautiful tune?
Its beatific warmth
Lets a soul sink
Into soft-centered slumber.
The notes arc upwards
Then down
As though each reverie
Might balance bliss and betrayal.
Regret hovers in the baseline
As the voice of the once lost love
Shines a light
On the drama of forgiveness
And regret:
That deep-welled desire
That old men draw from
Unconsummated in its intent
But luscious in its consumption
A long breathed benediction
That surely harkens back
To the brothel room trills
And all that forbidden desire
For other men’s wives.
The music ends on a soft question.
A nostalgic desire for peace
As that aching melody
Unwinds the ‘sturm und drang’
That lust invokes?
Gar Jones: July 2012/February 2017