the satisfaction one gains

from deliberately silencing


freeing oneself from the torrents of colour
of light
of sound and of




busy

thoughts



to let go


and appreciate being
in its fullness


those few moments, even


a beautiful


little
home-coming.

communication appears, sometimes, amidst

abandoned conversations



flowering atop what seems like an endless
little wave

of you

of me



and when we have nothing left to say





we sing it.

I was once reading a lot of Morton Feldman, and on a flight back home a stewardess bought me three rounds of drinks, and I wrote her a poem on the back of a score I was working on.

I walked off that plane feeling very content.

It took me three days to realise I had been reading too much Feldman.

don't fall asleep -


(whispers melting on your ears



as you drift away

gently

from those moments



where lips were made for kissing)