The Big Bang Theory of Music Listen to a melody Until you know the tune by heart And every pitch by rote And then with luck If you’re not bored Imagine every sharp or flat, Each separate note, In whole and part, Reeled in and Simultaneously Struck To make one single-sounding Chord It took a while – Despite that first of nights When all your infinite variety, Reverberated to my very bones Dismissing time – To comprehend That one cannot dispense with Memory If music is desired ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, The Virtues of Calamity, One Hundred Poems, 2013 |