what was ours

is consumed,

ashes .

you waged your war,

a silent terror,

and i burned with it .

i may be a fool

to the realness of your love,

but i am no fool

to your tactics, love .

you left without realizing

what life was to spring

from such desolate rubble .

and all else is a veil

or an expression !

with the whole world in one room,

i know you'd hear my voice

calling out for you .

in a deep, deep sleep
of the innocent, i am born again .

with no fear of catalyzing
a vision, an embarkation
into the vast unknown .
falling, dying, caught
rambling in the arms
of you, sublime one .
i felt no flame then,
no burning within,
just the ambition
of one who has been called great
and now must realize this himself .
the tears and toil,
yet your struggle and frustration,
and intensity seemingly stifled to sway,
transforms me now .
so that to you
the impossibility I had become,
that psychotic comatose,
is completed in your timeless
affection .  while hormones
will say their share,
my heart feels you once
and says, 'forever, Jackson, .. forever ."

months

you're there

and i'm here

separation

invites

the birds and bees

awareness again

then we'll

destroy ourselves.

a strange thing to live in this moment aware of the circle, knowing what comes next.

it's over
and i say
what is this
feeling
is this it
there is
nothing
and i want
to run
home to
my piano

Happy Spring!

http://67.19.222.106/love/audio/lovesmenot.mp3

lately I feel ... peaceful.

somewhat communicating with the "natural universe".  

I'm in Italy, in Florence, and I've just played my Brahms intermezzo at a small empty restaurant.  Il mio zio insisted, and the family allowed me to play (potrei suonare il tuo piano?).  The lights reflect far down into cobblestone streets on the way back, and I've seen David, and the Rape of the Sabine Women, and some works of Stradivarius today.  

I am aware of extremes, the extreme ways we like to think, and I avoid them now.  The extremes are non-meaning, after all, by the nature of themselves.  

"Which piece of art was your favorite?"

"If you had to say what was the best and worst thing about it, what would they be?"

"This is the best pizza I've ever had!"

We lose so much in these extremes.  Things just are, secondo me.