Day 408: A Week Without Words (1)

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i’m leaving for a week,
to a music school,

to absorb more than i express,

where what comes out of me
may only be songs
that you cannot hear,

or pictures
that i do not take,

or odd flashes
of thought,
image,
sound,
memory,

that come to me
in this strange
and strangely comfortable
place.

 

i am turning the editor off.

i am silencing the censor.

 

i am simple
and sad
and accepting of that.

 

i have not always been sad
though i have always been
simpler than most think,
and so i will keep inevitability
instead of hope,

as what i once was,
i will be again,

in time.

 

but tonight,
i shall wait with music.

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