Cello Practice

December 27, 2008

An exquisitely patterned dress shirt in deep red, black pants fresh pressed; a night on the town resolved.

Now I sit with my cello and bow, the strings alive shake the whole world; the stage.

My audience: stacks of bills and dirty laundry, vacant bookshelves and a lonely chair, papers, clothes, odds and ends; an empty room is my concert hall.

The cello weeps, cries out in the pain it pulls from my own heart.  My emotions are drawn out into the sound; my heartache escapes: and I am free.

© 2008

Lazy Day

December 21, 2008

I’m enjoying my vacation in the best way possible: doing nothing.  This may sound lazy, at first, but do not be confused, I am accomplishing nothing of consequence today.

The snow ensures it.  We have piles of the stuff.  It covers everything.  There is no way to leave, no place to drive, everything is canceled, stay home.

And what snow it is.  It falls constantly, smotheringly, and majestically.  Little stars drifting from the sky, twinkling and dancing in the wind.  I want to eat them up.

Though it is dark out now, the snow continues it’s work.  With no discrimination it piles up on everything.  Cars, trees, houses, bushes, steps, lamp posts, everything.  There is a soft glittering blanket dampening sound, insulating silence.  The quiet is deafening.  Peace is overwhelming.

I am in love.

Hell Poem

November 19, 2008

It’s 7:16pm but it feels much later.  I’m standing in the kitchen with a slice of undercooked pizza in one hand, and a blank look on my face.

This is Hell.

I’ve got a beer and a day old shirt.  I commented on the cold and the delivery man made a snide remark.  He was late, and got the miniscule tip he deserved.  Angry thoughts continue to flow unchecked through my mind.  The pizza was cut unevenly, with some sliver-like pieces.  I’m not even enjoying the beer.

Upstairs is Heaven.

Literally.  Everything will fade: the economy, the cold, the uncertainty, the anger, all of it.  I will sit, breathe, and play the cello.  Handel’s Messiah.  The world will dissolve into nothing and sweet music will fill me in.

This is Hell by comparison, I’ve got heaven in strings just up the stairs.

© 2008