Day 23:
You sit by the window kicking your feet in rhythm with the music that's dancing around - back&forth- swinging through your ears. Dancing. Dancing as if it were 1956 and you are hearing Miles Davis' record "Round About Midnight," for the first time. You are in utter bliss the first time yoiu hear his melody 'Bye Bye Blackbird.' However, it's not 1956. Not even close. The year is 2011 and while it's the first time you've listened to this album you are no stranger to Davis. You go way back.
You could hum 'Blue in Green' before you could say "I love you."
In fact, if you could have said I love you at that that, I bet my life you would have said it to that very song.
My darling, you enjoy MIles davis more than anyone else ever could and this look explains that. Your eyes are closed and instead of being pinched shut they carefully squeeze together as if to examine his carefully placed notes. You dissect its color - it's tone. Like a lover of food critiques each flavor that caresses their palate you too have an innate ability to discern this brilliance from that one.
The light pours into the room like smoke and fills the air, surrounding you, circling you. It rests on your face, your skin. It sit's in silence with its ear pressed to yours, swaying this way and that to the lullaby of this song. It would peacefully fall into a sleep of dreams and dreams if it weren't for the unmistakable pounding of your heart. Miles makes your heart pound. You - make - my- heart pound. I watch both of you , the light and your body, sitting by the window and I'm afraid to break your silence. At this moment, there is nothing else in the world for you, but the music.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
day 23/365: 'round about midnight
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