Tune Into Nothing
“Like a note of music, you are about to become nothing,” Robert Bly
I am on the precipice of being played,
Pulled taut, prepared.
All of the making and manufacturing,
Has formed me precisely for this moment.
I am willing to be pulled from my rest,
Into that violent version of me.
With nothing then to do but resonate,
And fade away.
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The music I make has changed,
With sitting still and age.
Sharp to flat,
Each tune that’s past,
Nothing now, but on the page.
— April Resnick
flirting With A Violin by Anna Razumovskaya
This poetry was written during my meditation & expression group. Thank you for the sitting and dialogue. I always come away from the group inspired.
sometimesihatemycat 
Sad
Not really. We all end up a note that has been played and is nothing. Simply an exploration of that idea. I don’t feel sad, and didn’t when writing.
Wise woman