I’ve often wondered
how a coiled, vibrating earthmetal can
grab hold of a man’s soul
and bend it and twist it and forcefully rip it
from his body.
Also, how
the only thing more moving than those stringmasters,
is that piercingly poignant silence
when you’re drowning
in the oceaning continuum of her big, brown eyes
in that single perfect moment before
the first kiss.
Jackson Riley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/musica-contro-silenzio/
