Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Annie Lighthart: "The Second Music"

Now I understand that there are two melodies playing,
one below the other, one easier to hear, the other

lower, steady, perhaps more faithful for being less heard
yet always present.

When all other things seem lively and real,
this one fades. Yet the notes of it

touch as gently as fingertips, as the sound
of the names laid over each child at birth.

I want to stay in that music without striving or cover.
If the truth of our lives is what it is playing,

the telling is so soft
that this mortal time, this irrevocable change,

becomes beautiful. I stop and stop again
to hear the second music.

I hear the children in the yard, a train, then birds.
All this is in it and will be gone. I set my ear to it as I would to a heart.

"The Second Music" by Annie Lighthart. Text as published in Iron String (Airlie Press, 2013). Reprinted by permission of the poet.

Art credit: Untitled image by Paranoideas, suggested by the poet.

1 comment :

  1. This is so beautiful! I have heard this "second music" too! Amazing.... Thank you...


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