Haibun

Filling the Silence  

 

Music plays on the stereo, background music to inspire. I sit at my computer, a blank screen waiting to be filled with a poem, images, lyrical words, or a story with characters solving problems, with emotion, tension, a satisfying ending. Instead, I sit with hands poised on the keys, not moving, rendered immobile by the music of Ernesto Lecuona.

 

The music stills my imagination. Having played this many times before, I anticipate the next refrain and the next.  I close my eyes and sway with the rhythm. This is music for listening, for absorbing, for filling empty spaces and forgetting the past and the present. This is the body and soul of a man, a culture, a life. This is music to feel.

 

letting go

of tugging emotions

so as to hold on

            there is a time when pause

            is the salvation 

 

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