Friday, April 21, 2006


What is it about music that makes me think finality?
Said in under five minutes--is it the sound? the sway?

Didn't I always want to be a jazz singer?
soft piano, black and shiny like the fear that keeps me from failing.

It makes me feel; music that is,
that the closing number when I disappear in a cloud of smoke,
that moment, and it's meaning is final.

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