Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Chords At The Edge

The word was spread about your chords
I was not sure where they came from
whether from your hands,
whether from your mouth
strings or wind, drums or voice
not even when I heard

They said that something in me would move
I was told directly, I guess I was warned,
though I expected rather a dance
and so it was the first time
last night I didn't pay attention

From almost silent to unbearable loud
I wonder if that was a recorded chord
or if you played at live, private concert,
something in me is moving
until almost left me
the pretentious smile helped me to keep it

Was I supposed to be overflowing
moving to a corner to the other
instead of collecting the particles
as they try to flee of me
I don't wish your chords to reach an end
they reached already my borderline



Cynthia McNaught said...

Mmm...Por lo k he mirado hasta ahora en tu blog, muy tu estilo, me gustó mucho. En kién pensabas?

g. neidisch said...

no estuve solo.
Deseé ser infiel. Pero no depende tanto de mí, como de quien se siente traicionado.
Y parece no haber sucedido.
Mientras tanto hago una obra de arte
del insensato deseo de morir

Cynthia McNaught said...


Mientras tus deseos estén en la misma sintonía k tu corazón y tu felicidad...

Un abrazo,