Duduk, Oboe And Clarinet

Duduk, Oboe And Clarinet

If I were to write down the beating
         of my heart in sheet music
even though I can't really do it
even though I can't do it at all
but if
if I were

I would write down the trills of larks
    overheard high above a field of black fertile earth
I would write down nine-eighths
    hidden in nests in the meadows where the crickets
                return to their homes

I would write down the silence of the fox
    dens hidden in the ginger cleverness
                of their wise blue eyes
and in the violas and cellos the tenderness and longing
    of wolves howling on the northern plains
                would stretch like honey

and duduk, oboe and clarinet
    would sing Luna's second voice at night
and tango and flamengo in the echoes of the flugelhorn
    on long summer evenings would passionately
                and fiercely warm my soul

your steps would swing in brass of syncopations
                of one saxophon
and the blues like fog at dawn would float away
                in the empty notations
which will occur one day

one day, one night my heart stops beating
only the music would remain
who sings her Hallelujah in syncopations

If I were to write down in the sheet music
the beating of my heart, with its swinging faul
even though I can't do it at all

only the music would be left

which I wouldn't consider bad or wrong
music, that sings in syncopations my song




published on October 23, 2022 on my VK profile